Before you start reading this and think I’m an idiot, please remember that this is not my fault. If you ask Winslow, he’ll tell you something different. But, here’s a secret: I’m the one and only Whit Joveson. Not Winslow. So that’s why I’m telling you this. So here.

“Whit. Please.” Smalls begged, poking me with a pencil.

“Go away.” I said, pushing Smalls away with my arm.

“Please!” he begged, this time scribbling on the paper cover of my book.

“Fine.” I said, tossing my book onto the couch. I walked out the door, bare feet squishing the mud under my feet.

“Wait for me!” Smalls asked, running outside.

We trekked to the forest, cold ice stabbing up from the ground in some places.

“Can you climb that tree?” Smalls asked me.

“Duh.” I said, shinnying up the tree trunk. I walked across a cracked branch.

“Whit!” Smalls screamed as I cracked the branch

“Help!” I yelled, hanging from a tree branch. And then I saw a small buck poke his head around the tree.

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Fleck sprinted. He loved the feel of the ground under his feet and the wind whipping past his face and blowing his ears flat against his forehead. The whole world had a grand feel to it, Winter was only a few days ahead. The last lonely leaves fell from the Aspens and Elms, and The pine needles stayed a refreshing green while the rest of the forest was a drab brown.

Fleck paused, hearing a cry for help. He ran toward the cry.

Fleck laughed, hanging from a tree was Prince Whit Joveson.

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“Fleck” Whit cried, ten minutes later.

“Gak!” Fleck cried, leaping from the tree. The bucks fell into some bushes. Safe, but hopefully learned their lesson.

takes place a day after the events of the previous chapter

-Fleck.