Shakira was dreaming. She was standing in a room. Suddenly, something started ticking. It got louder and louder. Everything was ticking. There were bells, clocks, springs, anything you could imagine! They were closing in on her. "Coo-coo! Coo-coo!" dinged a cuckoo clock. Then she awoke. The sound stopped at once.
Koa pranced around. She loved snow. She could blend in very easily. She crouched down below a bush. Something bothered her. It was like a secret that was being kept within the trees.