Stavanger Bay spotlight

Her question to the fictional creature made him pause for a second, wondering how to respond. He was making the entire story up on the fly and, to be honest, he wasn't the most creative story-teller around. He was simply recounting a story his father had told him when he was younger, about a dastardly monster who hid in forests and kidnapped puppies who strayed too far from their families. Of course, Atreyu had tested the legitimacy of the story, wandering off into the forest that lined the coast many times before coming to the conclusion that the monster was either shy or fictional.

Although it seemed this girl didn't seem to share Atreyu's scepticism. Creeping out from behind the tree and using the bushes as cover, the boy quickly loped towards another tree, out of the way of the breeze. She most likely would have smelt him by now but he couldn't have her finding the source of the smell. "Whyyy..." he rumbled with the faintest of laughs. "I want you t—AH!" The juvenile's prank was suddenly cut short as he tripped on one of the tree's roots that stuck up from the ground. With a whumph he fell heavily to the ground, tumbling out from behind his cover in a flurry of leaves and dirt, right into the view of the frightened girl.