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jedidiahzhu wrote:

Alright, all you people, here is the next chapter.

Chapter 3: The Escape with Rocco

Cassin was hiding behind a leaf when he heard a voice.

“Psst.”

Cassin whirled around to see the animal that had made the sound. It was grey with a bushy tail, not unlike a squirrel’s. It had sharp eyes, whiskers, and a black mask.

“Come with me,” the animal whispered.
“Who are you?” Cassin whispered back.
“I am Rocco the Raccoon. Come with me before somebody comes back!”

Cassin obeyed.

Rocco and Cassin both scurried across the forest ground. Just when the little squirrel thought he couldn’t possibly take another step, Rocco whispered sharply, “Quick! In here!” Then he scurried down a burrow. Cassin followed.

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“Make yourself comfortable as much as you can,” Rocco told Cass. “Although I suppose it isn’t really comfortable in here.
“Well,” said Cassin, who always saw the silver lining in clouds, “It’s better than the open.”
“True,” agreed Rocco. “Would you like anything to eat?”

“An acorn would be lovely, thank you,” answered the little squirrel.
“Alright; luckily I have a surplus, or we would be starving.”

Rocco tossed Cassin an acorn. With a few nibbles, it was gone.

Cassin yawned. “I’m sleepy,” he said.

“What?!” said Rocco. “Now?! The moon’s shining! A new night is about to begin!”
“Exactly my point,” replied Cassin, yawning again. “I was woken up by the alarms in the middle of the night.”
“Oh, how stupid I am!” exclaimed Rocco after pondering for a moment. “You squirrels have a strange habit of staying up during the day and sleeping at night.”
“Yes. I suppose you do the opposite.”
“Of course I do! What did you expect, me getting up in the blinding light?!” answered Rocco. “Anyway, my house doesn’t really have beds. Just find a soft place, curl up, and sleep. That’s how I do it,” added Rocco.

Cassin yawned yet again. Actually, curling up into his tail sounded like a dreamy idea right now.

So Cassin crawled over into the shadows, laid his head on his bushy tail, and in no time he was asleep.

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“Wake up! Wake up!” A whisper was screaming into Cassin’s ear, if that was possible.
“Huh? What?” Cassin mumbled with his eyes half open. He couldn’t see much, but he could see Rocco, and he could definitely see that it was still night time. “Let me get another forty winks, Rocco.”

“No! No! They’re coming!” Rocco whispered loudly. “We have to go now!”

Cassin’s eyes shot open and he activated all of his senses. “Who’s coming?”

“Them!” Rocco hissed. “The metal animals!”

At once, Cassin jumped up. He scurried out of the burrow. Rocco was right behind him.

“Where do we go?” Cassin whispered as soon as they were out of the burrow.

“West! That’s the closest way out of the forest!”
“Which way is West?!”
“I HAVE NO IDEA!!

Quickly, Cassin glanced at the night sky, locating the North Star as quickly as possible. “West is that way,” he told Rocco, pointing to his left.

“Are you sure?”

“The only thing I’m not sure about is whether you are unsure about coming with me instead of asking if I’m not sure!”
“Wah----?” exclaimed Rocco.
“Just COME ON!!”

And they took off.

All the time, only two thoughts were in Cassin’s mind: “Don’t get off course,” and “I hope no soldiers are coming this way.”

From behind him, Cassin could hear the faint sound of growls and snarls. Enemy or friend? He didn’t know. Luckily, the sound was getting fainter and fainter.

The next thing he knew, Cassin had shot out into the opening. It was “Goodbye, trees!” and “Hello, rocks!” Because Cassin knew that West of the deciduous forest was the mountains: territory of Degas.

“Let’s hope the citizens here are friendly,” Cassin panted, out of breath.
“No kidding,” Rocco muttered.

Hmm, I'll put Chapter 4 up later.

There's a lot of dialog in this one... but I still love it! Go you for writing such awesome books!

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