Unfortunately, the peaceful relaxing sky changed to a horrible mess. The sweet singing birds was once singing and tweeting nicely now there shoving and flying to avoid the dark there squawking and cawing Marty was terrified.

The foggy ,destructive clouds were coming towards Marty. As big as a tsunami, the pitch black buildings devoured the field.

As Marty's home was lowered, thoughts were dashing through his head who was doing this and why?

In a life and death situation Marty was anxious and horrified and he began to stuff: he scooped handfuls of the soil into his bag, jumped for the final leaf and he fainted to the ground as the lonely tree was destroyed and consumed by the mighty dust.

Gasping. Devestated. Distraught. Marty hugged a weak, tiny leaf.

Desperately running for dear life from a charging, horrifying, dangerous beast which destroyed everything it saw, Marty dived to the last alive tree.