Sleepy Fox Hollow we don't know what we're doing, but we're standing proud

Escape him it did.

The vole darted and weaved with such expertise that Emmerich could scarcely keep his eyes trained on it. The foliage seemed to blend in with the furry little animal’s coat, concealing it from the hunter that chased in pursuit. With one last dart toward a rotted log, the vole had disappeared into an unknown hole and had left the boy sniffing near the wood with heavy breaths.

When Emmerich could not find the treat, he turned back to his mother with a pitiful face. The young pup slumped before he fell to his butt and whimpered. All of that fun and he hadn’t captured the prize. Emmerich was content to sit and pout, but he wondered if the little creature was merely hiding. After a moment more of sitting on his butt, the boy stood and sniffed again near the log.