Still Looking
Greg bends so that you can get on. A bright orange light glows in the
distance. "I wonder if that's it," you say. You check that
you are comfortably seated before Greg begins to fly. As you soar
along, the light gradually brightens. You jump off and look around.
The light appears to be coming from a bush a few metres away. You walk
forward and the light becomes so bright that you are almost blinded.
You move your hand so that it touches the soft, wet leaves. You bend
over and feel something. You grip onto it and pull outwards. The light
stops and you see a little golden bulb inside. On the bulb there is a
tiny engraved figure. You look at it carfully.
