Northstar Vale Bye don't follow me!!

It didn't sound like a whole lot of fun to be ganged-up-on like that. This put a damper on things, because tantamount to everything, Titmouse's experiences in life relied on a fun aspect. If it didn't make you laugh, or didn't make you feel good, why do it at all? But he did not dwell on the negatives for long - in fact the boy was already thinking away, and rambling off his next thought: So -- so if I was the bear and you all came at me... That'd be hard for me? Unless I was big. This thought introduced some sort of vague goal to the boy's mind. He imagined himself as big as - or bigger than - the bear they had all faced; rather than run, he could turn the tables on the monster and be the victor! Oooh, maybe it was worth it to be a warrior after all. I wanna be big! I wanna keep everyone safe and -- and I wanna fight!