[littl3chocobo]

it had expected the reader to run but not so soon. the reader had to receive the gold coin and the handkerchief first! frantically it tried to get itself together. it adjusted itself to match the reader's pace even as it struggled to distract

quickly fleeing the home of miss mouse he ran through winter as if the hounds of hell were at his feet and did not stop until he ran into the arms of a crying woman sitting at the edge of spring on a fallen log only just growing the first green of the year, "please help me!"