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The sound of breaking bark cracked in the air as the tree Wheelo had given the fatal elbow fell onto the forest floor with a leafy slam. Birds squawked, fleeing in droves in the chaotic aftermath, and a mossy green deer-like creature scampered out into view. It gave the wheeled man a manic glance before hopping back into the depths of the forest. Meanwhile the glimmer of a shadow seemed to zip into Wheelo's peripheral vision for a split second; it seemed to come from a cluster of trees some distance away, though it was hard to tell if it was just a stray bird or falling branch.

Before long the surroundings seemed to settle back into its natural state, though perhaps with increased rustling of bushes near the fallen tree. Still, Wheelo felt that same strange sense of being watched from somewhere. It seemed whoever or whatever was watching him wished to continue remaining hidden--that is, if he wasn't imagining it in the first place.