Allen reached the wild plains.
Ever since the plane crash,
It was very vital he found food.
He stepped on some crunchy sand—
And collapsed onto the blue sand.
The sand gave way with a hum and
He fell into a gigantic area.
There was a door in one side,
And a handle laying on the floor.
Nothing seemed right. Some kind
Of food peel was rotting on the
Floor. His boots were balancing
On the un-giving-a-way sand.
Then, it fell, knocking Allen out.