Chapter Thirty: Fuzzyball, Fluffyball, and Fleecyball
It was just another afternoon and Extremity had made his way into the jungle. The sun was blocked, little amount of sunlight could penetrate the ground floor. Dense fallen leaves left a layer hanging. With each step, the layers of leaves munch. Little Bud was visually shaking, probably from fear. Fireball was as carefree as ever, but a hint of seriousness began to show through the frown. As for Boris, his quietness was the same along with the group of bones. This jungle has such a quirkiness that others can not help, but become cautious and tense. A chill breeze blows through.
The only sounds that could be heard were from their steps along with many unknown species of insects and he had already anticipated that such a situation would
