Micheal has warrior blood in him. He never backs down from his duties when it comes calling. His dad was a warrior and so was his forefathers. They protected the Savannah grasslands. Now it is Micheal's turn to do the same.
There was this fateful day when Micheal was busy talking to Kimmy about how some steemians get good upvotes and some doesn't and how whales and dolphins are classified, he smell something...it is a distress call. Nothing escapes his sense of smell. Micheal has an acute sense of smell almost like Spiderman's spider-sense. He know when someone needs help and he isn't going to turn a blind nose to that.
The smoke seems distant, but nothing and I meant nothing will stop Micheal unless of course it is that pretty maiden Jan from the next village. She is such a temptress....
There is this warrior code that has been passed down for generations in Micheal's family and it reads,
Kimmie was really impressed. This is the first time he have heard such warrior's code. Usually they just shout and chant mumbo jumbo.
They started the walk and it took them 6 hours and the smoke can still be seen. The person must be really in need.
They saw a man, he looked confused, tired and bored. He has soot on him, must be a fire somewhere...fortunately Micheal is there to help, his muscles ought to do some good.
He run through the warrior's questions to determine the problem, it turns out, his warrior's code didn't turn him into a flying squirrel that day.
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