[Poggio]

He didn't have much to say to the odd behavior before Mr. Growl was gone. Left alone he encountered a herd of hunting dogs and the man he knew to be one of the best hunters in town. Begrudgingly he accepted the escort the man offered. It was not the commapny he sought but better then darkness. Once he was in the safety of the old womans house he spent a jolly night with her. They feasted on both the berries and the other basket goodies until he fell asleep under a quilt by her hearth. The next morning he left taking dried meats and other things back with him into the woods.

In his hurry to hide he lost his mushrooms and nearly his basket and so that night he had nothing. When the morning came his stomach woke him and he set out to find breakfast even if it meant he had to swallow his pride and catch mice while they slept in their burrows.

It was around midday when he idly plucked through his basket. He started to munch on a piece of dried turkey and as he chewed he tore chunks of the meat off and tossed them down, wondering if birds were cannaibals. About midway he stopped wondering if he could find the delicious berry patch one more. He started to trail off the path again, looking for sweets.

There seemed to be no end to his strange bout of luck for almost as soon as he crossed the path to get to the field to the mice he liked best he heard a familiar sound. Quietly he slunk nearly to where the morsel from before was sitting "Boy?"

He was nearly dozing when the sound of a voice jolted him out of his laze. Looking around he blinked wearily wondering if it was the hunter or if it was mr. Growl. Hearing no hounds he cleared his throat and answered. "Yes?" There was another question to ask if he were alone and once it was answered. the strange man beast came forth from his bushes. He grinned and reaching into his basket he offered the man a piece of his jerky.