RoynVak was confused. First thing was first. He was tired and the sun was setting. What he needed to figure out was where he would spend the night. RoynVak walked away from the ocean. He walked farther and farther, but he had no place to go. Finally, he came to an apple tree. RoynVak realized that he wasn’t on the beach any more.
RoynVak plucked an apple from the tree and ate it. It tasted surprisingly sweet. Before RoynVak knew it, he was asleep.
RoynVak woke up the next day, to a wolf sniffing him. RoynVak had never seen a wolf, and he was scared to death. RoynVak jumped up and grabbed the nearest stick. He threw it at the wolf. The wolf ran away. RoynVak didn’t think much of the wolf.
RoynVak was hungry, so he ate more apples.
Once he was satisfied, he started off again. He walked farther and farther, until he came to a swamp. RoynVak jumped in and swam to the other side.
RoynVak then saw a city. RoynVak ran until he came to the streets. There he saw another animal. It didn’t look like him exactly, but it was shorter, and had smaller eyes. It also had hair over its eyes. It looked like one of those aliens on TV called humans.
He talked to it, and it said that its name was Tim. It asked what RoynVak’s name was.
“RoynVak,” RoynVak replied.
“Why that’s a hard name to say,” said Tim.
“You know what’s hard to say, Tum, or whatever it’s called!” replied RoynVak.
“It’s RunVuck that’s difficult to say,” said Tim.
“The name’s RoynVak, not RunVuk,” replied RoynVak.
“Okay. Can I call you Roy?” asked Tim.
“Sure,” replied Roy, “I guess I will have to call you Tim, how about TithWing?”
“Too complicated,” replied Tim.
“Okay,” said Roy.
The two boys continued talking. Eventually, Tim asked Roy this question: “Where do you live?”
“I am not quite certain,” said Roy, who had learned to talk like the people in their time.
“Why how can you not know where you live?” asked Tim.
“I thought I lived on Hronvibe, but apparently not,” replied Roy.
“Where in the world is Hronvibe?” asked Tim.
“Well it is certainly not anywhere in this world, or near this world,” replied Roy.
“Well if you don’t live on this world, then where will you spend the night?” asked Tim.
“In the woods I suppose,” replied Roy.
Tim’s face change from happy to horrified. “What?” asked Roy.
“Wolves,” replied Tim, “Haunted by packs and packs of wolves.”
“Oh,” said Roy, “Is that the dog like creature that was trying to eat me?”
Tim nodded. “I suggest you sleep in one of the empty houses. But sleep in one of the back rooms, away from windows and doors.”
“Why?” asked Roy.
“Someone might hear you and report you to the person who rents out the houses,” replied Tim, “I’ll meet you at the break of dawn by the door,”
“Thanks,” Roy said. Then he ran to an empty house and snuck into a back room.