The herd continued grazing, oblivious to the two scheming Shivae chicks, that is until the chicks wanted to be heard. They rustled the leaves and bit through the branches of several clumps of foliage, then leapt out of the tree, carrying the branches and rustling leaves in her fore claws. Then they screeched as loudly as they could, hoping that their strange appearance would throw the herd off.

Horses and unicorns scattered in a panic.

‘It’s working! They’re running!’ Vas thought proudly as he flew the branches around. Only his wings could be seen coming out of the foliage and the herd only saw a strange flying noisy thing that they’d never seen before. It was enough.