Swiftcurrent Creek Rocks

After his initial futile struggle to remove the weight that was smothering him and deciding that playing dead was the best option, Sprout gave up and went limp. The weight--in no clear hurry--lifted itself clear of its target. The voice spoke again and finally triggered a spark of recognition through Sprout's oxygen-deprived brain. And again, he decided the safest option was to remain dead. He tried to control his breathing so it wasn't completely obvious he was alive. Better to be uninteresting to these sort of creatures driven purely by their curiosity. After considering his options for a moment, he felt a lackadaisical nudge--and decided to continue playing dead. Then it issued a demonic decree. But there was no way it could have known he was trying to create something. His mind raced, trying to find a way out. But he finally realized, there was no easy escape. So he decided to simply succumb to his fate. Without ever moving, he let his sudden weariness overtake him, and he drifted slowly to sleep.