October 26th 2008 4:53 pm
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It was a dark and foggy night, deep in the forests of the Pacific Northwest. The ground was soggy, the air was crisp and the sounds of owls hooting were all around. I wondered to myself, "Where in the world am I. Sure didn't look like this during the day."

I had gone camping that weekend with Mommy and Daddy. I needed to relieve myself during the night, but I wandered a little too far from camp. Looking all around me, I didn't know one tree from another, and none of them smelled familiar from my adventures earlier in the day. The sounds of the owls were getting further and further apart - signs there could be danger about.

Then, suddenly I heard a soft wimper, coming from my right. "Who's there," I whispered.

Nothing. I began walking a little further. More wimpers.

I turned to my right and began slowly walking toward a hollow, dead tree. "The wimpering is coming from in here," I thought.

As I got closer to the tree I noticed that deep inside was a frightened little puppy. She wimpered and wimpered for me to help her. "What is wrong my little friend?" I asked.

"That big meany took my chewy," she sobbed.

"What big meany?" I asked, becoming a little frightened myself.

"He was tall, hairy, and had HUGE teeth!"

Oh know, I was sure in a pickle now. Mommy would sure wake up soon not having my warm body to keep her cozy. She will be so worried that I am not there. But this little puppy, she needs my help. As I tried to console my new little friend I began hearing heavy breathing coming from outside of the tree.

"Its him," the puppy said, "he's back for more."

"For more.... what?" I asked.

"For more.... chewies of course."

"But we don't have any! What are we going to do?" I was in a panic now, he was just outside!

Somewhere, deep down inside me, I found some back stocked courage that I was saving to protect Mommy. I grabbed the little puppy and shielding her head I burst through the opening in the tree... to face the big mean beast.

Much to my surprise, the puppy's big mean beast was a measley, shivering, squirrel just getting ready for winter. Not wanting to make the poor puppy feel bad, I gave a good barking to that little squirrel. I told him to just keep to his own and not steal chewies from innocent little puppies, or next time I won't be so nice - I would take all of his winter storage of chewies and nuts and keep them for myself!

I ran and ran with that little puppy in my arms. The fog began to lift and camp was much easier to find. I rushed to my Mommy and Daddy with my new little friend. I told them my story and how my little friend needed our help, she needed a home. Mommy was so delighted to have another baby around. She hugged and kissed me and told me I was her brave protector!

Moments later we were all snuggled up again in the warmth of our sleeping bags. Sigh...... the life of a protector....... zzzzzzzz.... zzzzzzzzzzz....