• Little Burlap Sack shifted uneasily in his sleep. He was comfortable in his bed of stones and twigs, but there was a suspicious sound in the forest that sounded out of place. It was a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated Little Burlap Sack's twig ribs, and it hurt badly.
    Mumbling to himself, Little Burlap Sack rubbed his little burlap chest and sat up. That strange white monster was backing up to the Lost Fields Mansion, and people that looked strangely like the Professor were right behind it, waving their arms as if warding off the machine.
    It didn't look like it was working, which worried Little Burlap Sack. He moved to help them, but something held him back. In his mechanical brain, the little gears clicked in a rythym that sounded much like the Forester's deep voice saying, Do not help them. Do not help them.
    It went against the Professor's original orders, but the Forester was much more powerful than the Professor. That's why-
    Shut up! Shut up! Little Burlap Sack yelled at himself. The past was the past, why bring it up?
    Little Burlap's button eyes glowed a light red, for remberence, but they quickly returned to their charred, blackened state. The humans were talking, and if they looked in the forest, they would see his eyes. No need to bring uneeded attention yet.
    Little Burlap Sack couldn't hear what they were saying, but it apparently was a very heated arguement about something.
    A little girl stood between the older (what were they called again? It started with an "A", but Little Burlap Sack couldn't remember the word) er, humans and looked very terrified.
    Little Burlap Sack felt sorry for the scared girl, whatever she was scared about. But she had tears, and that always meant that something was wrong.