“There’s a tiny hole here that we can go through,” He exclaimed. We went in and out the hole. Then I thought of armadillo and my parents. They must be dead by now. I started to cry.
“Uh Rio?” a voice called.
“I can still hear Armadillo’s little voice.” I cried
“Uh Rio, we’re right here.” The voice answered. It was Armadillo and my parents right beside him.
“Your alive! How did you get out?” I asked them in relief.
“It’s a long story. How do we save the town?” Dad asked.
“You can’t.” and I told them why.