That´s it! I fled that horrible camp for good! No one treated me right. I hated it there. I guess my friend Stanley was the only one that cared because he followed me.
Zero come back!
Stanley finally found me after a few days. I lost count. I was temporarily living under a broken boat. I was eating something warm and sweet the whole time I was there.
Zero! Are you okay?
While we were chatting Stanley gave me an idea. He said we should go to Big Thumb, a mountain where his great-grandfather found refuge.
Something... This is the last jar.
What you got there Stanley?
The next day we started for Big Thumb. We had no water or food. Just empty jars. We famished, thirsty and exhausted!
I just want water.
Look! There it is!
When we were almost there at the top of Big Thumb, we spotted a path that was mushy, like there was water in the ground.
I say we follow this path.
By the time we got there I had fainted and my stomach felt like my big intestine ate my smaller intestine. I felt terrible. Stanley decided to dig for more water. While he did that he found something.