Samantha was about to cry. Her Croagunk still hadn't shown up and he didn't kill a flower. If only that voice she heard earlier could tell her. She remembered its location and found the owner. He looked up at her and asked, "Croagunk?" rather politely for a guy this scruffy. Then he either was really tired au really sick because he fell smack on his face. (Samantha and I agreed not to go into details. You'll figure it out later.) She turned his head to the side and left him a jar. Then she ran.
Alvin woke up. He couldn't talk (there seemed to be something in his mouth) and (with difficulty) straightened out his head. His hand was in something wet. It hadn't rained that day. He thought he went blind (and later he looked upon it as the most thinking he ever did in one day) until there was a shadow above him. He tried to get help-oops, that was stupid. He spit out the whatever and yelled as loud as he could.