Bar-B-Q

Stu glanced around and saw little bean-sized critters piling firewood around him.
One of them had a lighted torch.
Stu realized he was on the menu.

Tied Down

Stu woke several hours later and realized he couldn't move.
He was tied to the ground with tiny little strings.
His whiskers were even anchored down... he couldn't budge.
He laid there and blinked.. wondering what to do next.

Exhausted

Stu crawled into the shade of a nearby palm tree and fell fast asleep.
As he drifted off to sleep he had a thought of his warm little home in the cliff... many miles away.

Drag Away

Stu mustered up enough energy to get up onto his knees and drag himself away from the scene of the 'crash'.
He was able to get most of the sand out of his head but still couldn't see very well as he crawled along the sandy beach.

Face Pack

Stu's face impacted the ground so hard... sand filled his nose, mouth, and eye lids.
His whole face stung a bit, and his eyes felt like they were grinding out each time he blinked.
All in all it was a terrible experience and he didn't wish it on his worst enemy.

Bad Landing

Stu hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.
It is amazing how hard sand feels when you pack your face into it.
Definitely NOT what Stu had planned.

Good Aim

Stu flew thru the air like a missile.
Thankfully for him, there was an island directly in his path.
He held on tight and braced for impact...