Pat The Badger

Previously

…They sprang into action. Mortimer’s claws tore through the dirt. Thumper pushed heavy stones into place. Squeaky scurried back to the previous cave and returned with a handful of glowing mushrooms, placing them around the seed. The poison slowed. The tree’s crack began to close. The golden light grew stronger. But then, from deep within the tree, a terrible groan echoed. The ground shook harder, and a new, darker crack split the cavern floor, right beneath Greg’s feet.