Heron Lake Plateau They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown.

Nevouku listened to the other as she spoke about how they would go about this. So he set on his own. It took a bit, but soon he was upon a squirrel. Chasing after it, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. He almost had it, almost had it, almost-

And down he went, tripping over a root. And up a tree the squirrel went. He huffed quietly, he had missed his first chance.