To Meet Again...
Arthur pulls out a small journal and begins to write in it. [Has the world changed? Has the forest shrunk? I am starting to fear for the worst day and day, but I am not sad. I meet new people everyday and its so fun. I wish one day the world would stop changing, so I can change too. I feel as if the world grows bigger and bigger and I stay small in such a large world, and I haven’t the slightest clue of what's out there.] He sighed and smiled slightly placing the journal besides him and laying back onto a tree and closing his eyes softly, resting under the large tree.
"Arthur!" he heard calling, in a familiar tone. "Arthur! Now, I know he's around here somewhere."












