As the damp soggy mud squished and rocks piled on each other like a den,

suddenly a cloudy beast emerged from it's cave.

The smell of fresh air blew up my nostrils and blew out my old air filled lungs.

All I could feel was damp ground like damp, dried up mud.

I taste the old rocks and old grass.

All I hear was the wind howling like birds wisling like a whisel from

heaven.