Aiden must have seen his entire life flash before his eyes a dozen times while he darted across the ground toward the base of the tree. When you didn't live that long, he supposed the brain just rewinded the memories once it got to the end and let them play again. That image of blueberry pie with Samwell must have flashed through his mind at least three times by now. That was how terrified he was of the suddenly much larger branches that tried to swing at him.

One false move and he was sure he would be dead. That was the disadvantage that came with being this size. Harder to hit but so much easier to kill if the willow got it right even once.

The Pukwudgie breathed a LONG sigh of relief once he found what looked like a hole. A hole. HOW DID ANYONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND GET A HOLE AT THE BASE OF THIS THING?

He could see the appeal, extra security being the biggest but seriously??

Not wanting to ask too many questions, he slipped down into the hole, growing back to his usual size halfway down. Yikes. Looks like he'd gotten there just in time.

Where would this lead?