MONTHLY PROMPT

The day light filtered gently through the thick canopy of the cave, scattering soft rays onto the cave floor below. In a small clearing where moss carpeted the ground and the air smelled faintly of dewdrops, Poppo and Pun Hmorg stood, staring at Zona.   "Well?" Pun Hmorg grinned, nudging Zona slightly with his wingtip, "You’re the smallest out of three of us. I'm sure you can fit in there nice and easy!"   Before them was a tangled pile of fal...