The wind howled through the darkness, rattling the trees like rentless spirits. Perry the mouse clung to her suitcase, her tiny paws trembling as icy water lapped her silk tail. As she tried to steady herself to no avail, each violent gust of wind threatened to knock her off balance. "Come onnnn, ughhh, Perry, hold it together," she whispered quietly to herself, like she was clinging onto dear life, gritting her teeth. "Just a little longer, you can do this."
Suddenly, a sharp cry escaped her lips as a shiver ran down her spine. For what felt like hours, hours of struggling between life and death, and as she struggled to keep her suitcase from slipping away. "No, no, no, no, please don't," she squeaked, but the raging storm had other plans. As for a small mouse, it might seem easy for her to stay put, but this storm is not like any other storm; it is a once-in-a-lifetime storm, a storm so threatening that it is unlike anything she has ever faced. The wind roared in her ears like lions, tearing at her fur as she fought to stay upright on a tiny, clingy branch. "I won't let go," she thought to herself, "I won't."
But with a sudden lurch, the suitcase wrenched from beneath her. "No," Perry squeaked in horror as she tumbled through the air. Her heart pounded as fast as she reached out desperately, trying to cling to a wobbly branch in time. "Hang on, hang on, hang on," she gasped, clinging to it, her body trembling with both fear and exhaustion. "Just don't let go, Perry, don't let go." The storm howled on; the thunder cracked; the sky roared; the wind blew; and rain poured. All of this turned her nightmare, her world, into a true, cold, blurry reality. "Where is it, my suitcase? I need it," she sobbed, as her voice was barely audible through the storm, sweat mixed with raindrops dripping to wet ground below, drip, drip, drip.
Determined to survive, Perry stumbled forward into the freezing forest. Her paws ached, her breath calmed into shivery gasps, and each step felt much heavier than the last. Suddenly, through the darkness, she saw it, a towering ancient tree. Its roots twisting like claws in the earth, it stood firm against the storm, its wooden limbs stretching wide as if it were offering her shelter. "A tree, maybe I can just rest for a little bit," Perry whispered to herself. She looked at the tree from all sides, left, right, up, and down. "Where would a square suitcase go?"
Suddenly, her eyes caught something, a small, square, tiny, almost invisible square button embedded on a bark. It was not ordinary, of course; it seemed to be crafted and carved carefully by someone or somebody. "What is this?" She quietly breathed, "A button, out of here, who put it here?" Curiosity struck her like thunder. Perry reached out a gentle paw and tapped it. Clicked. The bark groaned and shifted. A hidden door, almost fitted only for her size, creaked open. "Whoa, no way," Perry grasped, her eyes widened. "Okay, Perry, you are either dreaming or you just found another something incredible." Perry breathing, "This is the adventure she has been waiting for, let's see where this leads," she says.