Story
A mangled wreck of a ship stands on the wasteland, overlooking the vast stretch of nothingness. The skies above are dull. Snorky glances around, and notices that his vibrant color contrasts the metaverse.
“Are we really in the right place?” One elephant asks.
Snorky's mother takes out her device from her pocket. She squints in the dusty wind. Snorky extends his trunk to tap her.
“It seems that we veered off course because of the comet.”
“How are we going to get to our new home?” Another pipes up, his tone worried.
“The ship survived some damages due to the impact. Our jet fuel is leaking out as we speak.”
The elephants gasp. Snorky's mother, also named Snorky as is their tribe's norm, glances downward at her son. He covers his eyes with his giant ears, then reopens them. His face morphs into a sulk when he notices that she is still standing before him, not engaging in their usual hide-and-seek game. She sighs.
“Go play with the other little ones. I have to speak to everyone about this serious issue,” she kisses his forehead.
Snorky stares at the group of children. He then returns his gaze to his mother, the leader of the Snorky elephants.
She always has to work. I don't fit in, so I don't want to play with the others. I want to sit by her side. He thinks.
Snorky runs off to give the illusion of following her orders, but makes a turn to go back to the adults. He hides behind his uncle, the tallest and largest elephant.
“Can we not head back?” A female voice freaks out.
“I can fix the fuel compartment, but it will take some time.”
