Beth sat at the Whomping Willow, admiring it. "I'll have to draw this." She whispered, taking out her drawing pad. She looked around and then plopped down on the ground, pencil ready. But just as she put it to the paper, a branch thumped at the ground making her jump with surprise, and her pencil flew out of her hand and rolled against the bark. She groaned. How will I get that?! she thought.