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“The squirrel?” Kristoff echoed, confusion etched in his face for a bit. It took him a few seconds to realize that most people wouldn’t ask about the condition of the squirrel. “Uh, yeah, the squirrel got away,” he said. “It was a pretty fast one, and Sven had trouble keeping up with it.”
Fawn nodded, waiting with baited breath to learn the fate of the animal. She was relieved to find out that the stress of being chased was the only thing it had to endure. “Oh,” she breathed, shoulders relaxing, a warm smile making its way back to her. “Thank goodness. Anyway! I stopped by to offer you some fresh apple cider!”












