Lost

The wombat sat calmly in its den waiting... waiting. It heard a dog nearby, it remained motionless, when it was safe the wombat crawled out of its hideout and peered around, the trees were gone the grass was grey and rock-like. The wombat didn't understand what had happened. In confusion it stood and what looked like a horse on wheels came and scared the frightened wombat away. Her fur was fawn and like silk, and her blue eyes glistened with tears of fear.