Baxter wandered the forest for hours, trying to find home, but it was dark and he was all turned around. He kept coming back to the silber fing, but couldn’t find his way out. The forest was a happy place, nothing to fear, but when night falls and your snack trail habs banished, eben the most familiar place can become frightening…

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