Max away from home

Max took a deep breath and left the trails the villagers had created by walking the same path over and over again. His grandpa had left him an old map and he was going to follow it until he reached the the unkown lands, that no Tiny people had ever seen. This is how the map looked like:

Grandpa's map

 
The entire day, Max jumped over puddles, climbed up bumpy rocks and glid over a field of wild flowers. 

Traveling witht he wind

 Finally, the reached a glade. Proud, to have come so far in that short amount of time, he sat down on a flat grey rock for a break. The sun was already setting and painted the sky dandelion yellow and yew cone red.

It's been some time, that Max could spot the village and just as he was about to take out something to eat, satisfied with himself and the world, a black raven appeared out of nowhere, clutched poor Max with his scaley claws and rose high into the air again.

Max had never been this far above the tree tops and out of shock, he squinted his eyes as hard as he could. After some time, when nothing terrible happened, he cautiously risked a glance through his eyelashes.