As the sun began to appear over the horizon, Dozo
knew he was running out of time. He must reach the Great Oak, but to do so
would be safest from a great height so that he could work out what the strange
noises below were. He took off and flew as high as he dared, until the pond
below him was just a small speck. Then he headed into the distance. Down below
were men in orange jackets, walking up and down the field. Mud was everywhere as
if a whole army had been digging into the earth. Spaced out every few yards
were shiny yellow objects moving up and down where the field had been.
Surrounding their trail were hundreds of felled trees. Dozo circled and watched
as one of these shiny objects scooped up a log and placed it onto another shiny
object, only this one was longer.
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