Phantom Hollow And still, as he looked, he lived

Oh, there’s a chill to the air today, Ratty remarked as he scurried from his home and onto his front porch. The river water drifted lazily along, charting a course that would surely carry it toward the sea and the depths beyond.

Rat gripped a rather firm stick in his paws and used the device to hook into the edge of his small wooden boat, tugging it into the dock of his riverside home. Ratty grunted and groaned with the effort of it until he had secured the makeshift raft to his home dock and reclined to his bum with a sigh.

Mole would like to visit before the snow fell, Rat thought with a small smile toward the babbling river water.