When Fang finally reached Scarlet, he was totally out of breath. He bent down, his hands on his knees and sucked in as much air as possible. When he finally looked up, he saw Scarlet hanging in a hammock by a river, drinking something out of a half a coconut.

"What the..." he walked over. "How the-?"

She shrugged. "I know people."

"Okay, but where's my backpack?"

Scarlet pointed to Fang's left, where there was a vertical face of rock that was virtually flat (that is, no handholds). That wouldn't be a problem for Fang, though. He could just fly up.

"Where?" he asked.

"See that hole up there?" she asked, and pointed again.

About 300 feet up, there was a hole, just barely big enough to fit the small backpack. No way in heck could Fang hover up there long enough to get it out.

He groaned. "How'd you get up there?" he asked.

"I climbed up, stuffed the backpack in and landed on my feet," she explained taking another sip of her drink.

Fang stared at her, then he looked back up at the cliff face, then back at Scarlet, then the cliff face.

Scarlet sat up Indian style, "You," she pointed to Fang. "Climb up," she made a climbing motion and pointed up. "Big rock," she spread her arms and pointed at the cliff face. "Grab," she made a grabbing motion. "Bag," she pointed under her eyes. "Land on," she made her fingers land on her other palm. "Feet," she pointed to her feet.

Fang lost his rug, "I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS! NOW TELL ME HOW THE HELL TO GET UP THERE OR I'LL PICK YOU UP AND DROP YOU OFF THE TOP OF THAT CLIFF!"

Scarlet sighed and rolled her eyes. "Do it however you want. Can't you just fly up there?" she asked, laying back down and closing her eyes.

Fang clenched his teeth and walked over to the cliff. He braced one foot on the cliff, and grabbed with both hands, and jumped up. He fell on his butt.

"I said land on your feet! Feeeet. Not butt, feet," Scarlet called over.

Fang got up and tried a few more times before he looked around and saw a tree. He flew to the top of the tree and rested on the highest branch. He stood carefully and reached up, wings out.

The tips of his finger tips were about a yard from the hole in the cliff face. He bit his lip, and started jumping, reaching up as high as he could for the hole.

He was still about 7 inches away. He kept trying though, getting closer and closer each time, until he heard a distinct cracking noise.

His eyes opened wide and he found himself falling. His wings didn't have time to catch with in and he landed in his butt, on the ground.

Scarlet was choking back her laughter. Fang scowled at her. He looked up, and saw the top of the cliff was about 400 feet up. He flew up to the top and looked down.

He could see Scarlet shading her eyes as she looked up at him. He looked at the sun. It looked like it was about an hour from sunset.

What? he thought. No way!

He positioned himself with urgency now and let go on three. He slid down the sheer face of rock. He could feel his skin getting ripped up. When he reached the hole, he reached out quickly and grabbed at the air.

Fang couldn't last any longer, he pushed of the rock and zipped open his wings. He landed and looked at his arms, they were totally ripped up. He'd have to worry about that later.

He quickly flew along the wall in both directions, looking for other ways up. There was absolutely nothing. Fang looked desperately at the falling sun and had one last crazy idea. He walked off, in search of a really big stick.

When he got back, it was almost pitch black out. He ran and jumped, putting his weight on the stick for one last feeble attempt, he flew through the air, and landed, right under the hole!

Fang smiled smugly at his success and reached in to find...nothing.

"WHAT?" he yelled and dropped down, landing on his feet. He stomped over to Scarlet in a rage.

"YOU LITTLE, LYING BITCH! MY BACKPACK ISN'T UP THERE!" Fang yelled.

"Well, it was. Until I got it down," Scarlet said calmly.

"WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU, YOU'LL-what?" he demanded.

"Well, I was about to, like, dye from laughter, and I was getting bored watching your suckish attempts, so I grabbed it for you. Here," she handed it to him.

He stared at it in disbelief. Scarlet burst out laughing.

"Your….face!" she squealed.

Fang looked over at where the sun would be. No way could he set out again tonight. He sighed.

Scarlet finally calmed down and smirked at him, "If you make the fire, I'll go catch us something to eat."

In response, Fang's stomach rumbled. He was starving, and Snickers weren't going to do it tonight. "You?" he said in disbelief.

"Yep. Don't burn yourself," she said, jumping down from the hammock and striding off into the dark forest.

Fang stared after her for a few seconds, then he let out a scream of frustration, "AAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Then he took a deep breath and went to go get his big stick to use for firewood.

Note from Alice: Poor Fang. But that's what you get! Come on everyone, let's be good boys and girls and review. See, he could have avoided this if he would have just stayed with the flock!