The Climb for Clues
Tim returned to the nest, his mind racing for any clue explaining the strange events. He soon found footprints—too large for any of the park’s animals—and tool marks on the tree. These weren’t random; they were deliberate. “Who’s been here?” he wondered, the question echoing. The deeper he dug, the more unsettling things became.
His hands trembled as he set up the ladder, the metal rungs clanking with each step. Usually, such noise would send birds flying, but not today. The nest remained eerily still. Tim reached the top, tools in hand, ready to cut into the nest. Whatever he found inside was unlike he’d ever seen before.
