Cherry was pulled from her thoughts as she heard pounding noises. Pocahontas and John grew out of their daze. Pocahontas recognized it instantly.

"What is it?" John asked.

"The drums," Pocahontas replied, nervously. "They mean trouble. Cherry and I shouldn't be here!"

"I want to see you again." John told Pocahontas as she tried to leave with Cherry.

"We can't..." Pocahontas's voice cracked.

"Please, don't go."

"I'm sorry, I have to go, come on, Cherry."

The girls ran back into the forest to avoid getting in trouble. The girls ran into the canoe and Pocahontas rowed them away back into the village. It then started to rain and the girls made it back in time before they could get wet or concerned about.

When the girls came back, they were told to gather corn for meal time. Nakoma told Cherry how and what to do with the corn once she picked some in the field. Cherry learned quickly and did as told. Flit was looking around like an angry guard bird, though he was only a pest and not a threat. Pocahontas was worried about John Smith and wanted to see him again.

"Pocahontas," Chief Powhatan called to his daughter. "You should be inside the village."

"We'll be alright." Pocahontas assured him.

"This is tougher than Thanksgiving dinner preparations with Mom." Cherry panted as she got the corn to be gold and rich like the other Indians.

"Thanks-whatting?" Nakoma asked, curious.

"Ah, never mind." Cherry gave in. "What's this food for anyway?"

"Gathering food for when the warriors arrive."

Chief Powathan smiled at Pocahontas. Cherry smiled at him and then her. "She's very pretty, sir."

"I know," Chief Powhatan smiled. "When I see her wear that necklace, she looks just like her mother."

"When did it happen?" Cherry asked, solemnly.

"A long time ago, I don't like to think about it much, but Pocahontas's mother is still with us?"

"She is?"

"Oh, yes, whenever the wind moves through the trees, I feel her presence."

Cherry smiled.

"Our people looked for her for wisdom and strength," Chief Powhatan continued, smiling at Cherry. "Someday they will look to Pocahontas as well. You girls shouldn't be here alone, I'll send for Kocoum."

Cherry went back to the girls and Pocahontas looked very suspicious. Nakoma noticed it, though Cherry already knew why.

"Alright, what is it?" Nakoma demanded.

"What?" Pocahontas asked.

"You're hiding something."

"No she isn't." Cherry spoke abruptly.

"And now I know it involves you." Nakoma smirked at the younger girl.

"We're not hiding anything." Pocahontas told her.

"Guys, you can tell me," Nakoma smiled as there was rustling in the cornfields. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

After the rustling, John Smith can out, surprising and alarming Nakoma.

"Girls, look! It's one of them! I'm going to get-" Nakoma panicked, but Pocahontas put her hand over her mouth to shut her up.

"What are you doing here?" Pocahontas asked.

"I had to see you again." John replied.

Flit squeaked in anger and protection. He charged to stab John with his beak, but John held up a biscuit to stop him. John then threw the biscuit down and walked to the girls.

"Pocahontas?" a distant voice called. "Pocahontas!"

"Please, don't say anything," Pocahontas told Nakoma, then ran off with John and Cherry to hide elsewhere. "Quick, this way!"

"But, Pocahontas!" Nakoma called for them, but sighed in defeat. She then turned to see Kocoum.

"Where are Pocahontas and Cherry?" Kocoum asked her.

"I-I haven't seen them." Nakoma lied and took a piece of corn to continue the feast preparations.

Kocoum grew annoyed and sighed. "Pocahontas and Cherry can't be wandering off like that. It's dangerous out there. Tell them that. They listen to you." Kocoum then left.

"Sure they do." Nakoma rolled her eyes with a scoff.

Flit tried to get free from his biscuit prison, but was still stuck. He flipped over and got squished by the biscuit. That was when Pocahontas, John and Cherry were walking into the deep parts of the forest. Meeko was following them.

"This place is incredible," John spoke up, impressed. "And to think we came all this way just to dig for gold."

"Gold?" Pocahontas asked. "Cherry, what's gold?"

"Uhh... It's... It's uhh..." Cherry wasn't sure how to explain gold to Pocahontas. It was like describing a rainbow to a blind person.

"You don't know what gold is?" John asked.

"I know what it is, but she doesn't." Cherry pointed to the Indian girl.

"Gold, it's,... it's..." John just had the same amount as trouble Cherry did. "It's yellow. It comes out of the ground, it's really valuable."

"Oh, we have lots of gold," Pocahontas said, then took out some corn. "Gold."

"No." John shook his head. "It's like this." John then took out a gold coin to show the girls.

Pocahontas looked at it with awe and wonder. She then took a closer look and shrugged. "There's nothing like that around here."

Meeko took the coin, took a bite and groaned from disgust. He then threw it aside, feeling it was useless to him.

"No gold?" John wondered.

"Not that I see." Pocahontas replied.

"All this way for nothing. Well, those boys are in for a big surprise."

"Will they leave?"

"Some of them might."

"Will you go home?"

"Well, it's not like I have much of a home to go back to. I've never really belonged anywhere."

"I wish I could go home." Cherry sighed.

"You two could always belong here." Pocahontas offered with a smile.

There were then distant voices. John looked around, feeling scared, but the girls were calm since they knew what was coming.

"What was that?" John asked.

"Did you see something weird, Mr. Smith?" Cherry asked.

"No, no, I just... I didn't see anything, did I?" John was confused.

"Look again." Pocahontas suggested.

There was singing, and the weeping willow before them formed Grandmother Willow. John looked horrified like it was something from the Twilight Zone or some sort.

"Hello John Smith." Grandmother Willow greeted.

"Girls," John stammered. "That tree is talking to me."

"Then you should talk back," Cherry told him. "It's rude."

"Don't be frightened, young man," Grandmother Willow told the white man. "My bark is worse than my bite."

"Say something." Pocahontas urged John as he froze, still weirded out by a talking willow tree.

A couple of owls glanced at John, then at each other. John acted like he's never met a talking tree before.

"What do you say to a tree?" John asked.

"Anything you want." Pocahontas stated.

"Just don't carve your initials in her." Cherry joked.

"So, uhh..." John tried to talk, but felt weird and nervous.

"Come closer, John Smith," Grandmother Willow urged. When John came closer, Grandmother Willow seemed impressed and happy. "He has a good soul and he's handsome too."

"Oh, I like her." John smirked at the compliment.

"We knew you would." Pocahontas smiled with Cherry.

"Smith!" a couple of distant voices called. "Smith! Where are you, mate?"

"Who's that?" Cherry wondered.

"My shipmates," John replied. "Ben and Lon. They must be worried about me since I always come to see you and Pocahontas. We can't let them see us."

"Quick, over here!" Grandmother Willow allowed them to hide with her as the white men would come into the forest looking for John Smith and not see him, hopefully.

"This place gives me the creeps," Lon said, nervously. "Savages could be hiding anywhere."

"Aye," Ben agreed. "Well, if you spot one, don't ask questions. Just shoot."

As the men stealthed, Grandmother Willow lifted one of her branches. The men walked toward it, but tripped over it and landed hard on the ground. Cherry tried her best to hold in her laughs.

"Watch your feet, you oaf!" Ben snapped, unamused.

"Hey, it wasn't me!" Lon defended. "It was the tree!"

"Oh, sure," Ben rolled his eyes and looked back with Lon. "The tree just felt like lifting its roots and-"

Grandmother Willow then lowered her branch, much to the mens' horror. Willow then used her vines to whip the men on their butts, making them sit up and yelp. They both then ran out of the forest, screaming and yelping in fright.

"But what about Smith?" Lon asked as he ran.

"He's a big lad," Ben replied, running. "He can take care of himself!"

"Grandmother Willow, that was awesome!" Cherry laughed as she came out of her hiding spot with John and Pocahontas.

"Oh, thank you," Grandmother Willow smiled sheepishly. "There's still some snap in these old vines."

"I'd better get back before they send the whole camp after me." John said.

"You'll probably get in a lot of trouble." Cherry told him.

"Couldn't agree more." John ruffled up her hair.

"When will I see you again?" Pocahontas asked, stopping him.

"Meet me tonight," John looked into her eyes. "Right here."

John then ran off, leaving the girls in the forest.

"Well, I haven't had this much excitement in years!" Grandmother Willow chuckled.

"What am I doing?" Pocahontas asked herself. "I shouldn't be seeing him again. I mean, I want to see him again."

"Who wouldn't?" Grandmother Willow smirked. "I want to see him again."

"Me too, he seems nice." Cherry added.

"But still, something inside is telling me it's the right thing." Pocahontas said as Meeko got in her hair.

"Perhaps it's your dream." Grandmother Willow stated.

"My dream?" Pocahontas looked at the willow tree.

"Do you think he's the one the spinning arrow was pointing to?"

"Hmm..."

"We'll find out and know in time." Cherry told her new friend as it got dark.