Phantom Hollow Beyond the wild wood comes the wild world

Daylight burned warm as the last fading days of summer shifted into view. It would not be long before the temperature would shift drastically and leave the wilderness blanketed in crisp snow.

For Rat, the days of sunlight were cherished ones. He was lounging upon his comfortable wooden seat at the edge of the river. The hum of bugs in the background played a tune in his ear. Rat gazed out across the water and smiled fondly.

Won’t be long now before the leaves fall, Ratty said to no one in particular before he grabbed a nut from his stores and bit into it. Not long at all, he thought to himself.