Creek felt the cart stop. Cautiously, as not to wake the bergen beneath him, he lifted his head and unfolded himself from the fetal postion. He stuck his head out of the pack. Creek sighed with relief when he saw that the flames had died out and they had not crashed.
Suddenly, there was movement and a gasp behind him. Before Creek could turn around he felt fingers wrap around his body.
"Wait, wait, wait!" he yelled desperately. He tried to think of an excuse why the bergen shouldn't eat him. The Chef began to laugh, but was cut short when the ground started to rumble.
Two large, yellow eyes opened behind the bergen. Creek only had seconds to react as the ground-or at least, what he had thought was the ground-seemed to fall away from underneath them.