Baby Heol appeared in the forest in the middle of the night. He didn’t understand how did it happen - he just suddenly woke up near the two boulders. The place where he layed was elucidated by the moon, which poorly lighted the darkness. The silence was broken by soft noises and a distant, echoing roar of an adult deer. The baby was all alone. He shivered and anxiously squeaked, trying to call someone. He was still surrounded by darkness. Only two big boulders menacingly extended upward him. Heol fearfully looked up. The stones looked like some creatures - they had little arms and mossy fossae almost at the top of them looked like eyes. The statues were surrounded by soft warm light. Heol trembled, but didn’t dare to move away into the darkness, which frightened him more than these strange stones. Still trembling, he raised a cry, trying to call someone who will not be so scary. He hid in the grass near the statues, hoping that someone will respond to his cries.