Poppy's POV:

"What? What do you mean 'one problem'?' I asked Creek.

"I think there may be a few issues along the way.." He answered.
"Well there's nothing that can stop me." I replied.

"Okayy...whatever. But don't blame me if we all die." He shrugged.

"We're not going to die." I said.
"Yea....just maybe a broken leg,ripped skin,loss of hair,starvation, risk of colds,coughs,hurt bones,maybe a few bruised bones,lots of scratches, bug bites,loss of blood somewhat cuts,and a minor concussion. That should be it." Feath listed.

"Uh...yeaaaa....ok..so..let's um go.." I stuttered.

"Oh don't worry Poppy,we can just get therapy at the end." Creek smiled.

"Sure..." I glanced at him.

We started onwards to the troll tree following Creek's directions.

"You do know where you're going right?" I asked.

"Sure..." He answered.

After a while of walking I saw Creek make a sharp turn next to a tree. We followed him.

"What's this?" I asked.
"It's me taking a dump. Enjoy." He answered while going behind.

"Awh gross .." I scrunched my face up.

"No one said you had to stay." Creek retorted.

I just walked away.

I looked over to where Feath was and saw him looking down at something.

"Hey Feath what are you doing?" I questioned.

"Observing this Rolly Poley" He answered.

"Oh."

"You know what I find interesting about this thing? It has something in common with you." He said.

"And what's that?" I asked.

"You both roll around in poop all day and you smell bad." He answered.

"Hey!" I yelled.

"Now I know for sure why they called you Poopy." Feath nodded his head.

"Its not Poopy! Its Poppy!" I hollered.

"Oh Poppy? The flower Poppy? Like the ones bees like to poop in?" Feath replied.

"Why." I shook my head and accidentally bumped into Creek as he was walking towards me.

"Let's go Poopy." He said.

"Thanks." I sarcastically said.