Deeper and deeper into the woods I walked. However I felt eyes watching me and and the occasional rustling of leaves could be heard. I quickened my pace, hoping to avoid trouble. "Hey slow down will ya!" panted a squeaky voice. Huh? I turned around and saw...no one. Oh wait. There sitting oh a tree branch was an exhausted squirrel. It was a coffee brown with a white streak on its back. A fluffy brown tail could be seen as well. "...So...your a talking squirrel?" I asked slowly, not sure if what I was seeing was real. The squirrel hoped down from the branch and said proudly "Yep. Names..Allen the Almighty." "Allen the almighty? Doesn't suit you at all." I said. Someone cackled and I whirled around. "That's because his real name is Fredison!" "Shut up George or I'll make ya!" yelled Fredison to the talking crow who was apparently named George. Things just kept on getting weirder. "Anywayyss, I'll your guide and trainer..."
