Running for his life as the unknown beast stole all the light from the poor mole's home, Marty sprinted towards the single tree.
Speechless, he began to dig: he started pulling handfuls of soil into his bag, threw himself towards the last leaf on the tree then, finally collapsed to the ground as the tree was surrounded by a tornado of dust.
Gasping. Just gasping. He had nothing left, except that last piece of his favourite tree.