Day 1: The Rude Awakening

When I woke up this morning, I heard a lot of footsteps from above ground. I was angry that the noises interrupted my slumber. Although it was perfect sleeping conditions, all dark and damp underground inside my ore, the stomps and crunches prevented me from drifting back to sleep. I decided to stay awake and wait a little to start doing something productive with my day. After a good hour of laying in my comfortable bauxite ore, something hard and metal-looking poked me. It kept prodding into my side and let me tell you, it hurt! The poking did not stop until I was lifted onto an oddly big, shiny, metal spoon with a large neck attached to it. Instead of the dark room I was in before, it was suddenly sunny everywhere. I concluded that I was above ground. My eyes widened when I realized that it wasn't a spoon poking at me and lifting me up, it was a bulldozer! The noises were loud and haunting and the movements were slow but bumpy. The first thought that ran through my head was that I was being kidnapped. As I panicked quietly in my head, the movements came to a stop. Suddenly, I felt like I was falling and then I realized that I actually was! I did a few turns in the air before my momentum stopped. Thump. I landed roughly on the bottom of something hard and blacked out.