A tall, two-legged thing was standing in a clearing. It was hairless, except on the very top, and there the hair was so short, it didn't really amount to anything. It had some loose baggy stuff hanging off it's upper frame, and it's lower frame was covered in some stuff that looked similar, but wasn't as baggy. It also was holding an orange box with a long, oval, rotating metal blade on on end of it. But the next part was what scared Grasspaw the most.

The Two-leg, as Grasspaw decided to name it, shoved the thing into the side of a tree, and it cut right through. The tree began to fall.

Oh, StarClan! Grasspaw thought. That tree is going to fall on me! She ran as fast as she could, but it was hard in the thick undergrowth. There was only one place to go: out into the clearing with the human. She could hear the undergrowth being crushed behind her, and turned so sharply, that she almost had to stop. She ran faster. Suddenly, CRUNCH! The tree fell, and it wasn't on top of her. But something was wrong. Where was she?