With a merry heart and a plan on his mind to make a special, birthday gift, Trebiel (prounced Tray-bel, which sounds like trouble), a delightful, chubby-cheeked cherub sets out across the Kingdom toward God's royal forest where the trees resist and the creatures frown on his behavior. Before long, he finds all his efforts turn into one-big disappointment (so he thinks). Discouraged, he heads to the Scroll Area only to lose his balance and to spiral into the vast expanse of open space. With a sudden jerk, the cord around his waist tightens. Hanging limply in mid air, Trebiel put his hands to his head to stop the spinning. He realized that he wasn't alone. Let it be anyone, but Gabriel, he moaned softly. What have I caught? a low-guttural voice asked. Trebiel began to tremble. He knew this voice was t from anyone from heaven. Slowly, he turned his head. Dark sinister eyes starred at him blankly. Let me go! Trebiel pleaded as he squirmed within the tight grasp of an evil spirit. Let me go! Nothin' doin', the fallen angel insisted. Since when did one of God's Angels become ungrateful? Trebiel dangled helplessly. From the throne room, two-long blasts of warning from the trumpet went out across the Kingdom. All the hosts stopped what they were doing and looked toward the Temple of God.