Cmonchan decided to journey to da richland.
They packed everything into the bag.
Opening the door, the morning sun painted the path ahead in gold.
They stepped forward into the light.
In a sky plaza, a flock of birds took off in perfect unison.
Cmonchan checked the map on their gadget.
"Need some quack?"
A young bird in a white suit offered clear and kind directions.
Cmonchan listened carefully.
Grateful for the help, Cmonchan sighed in relief and glanced down — the bag was gone.