Heading North

Reginald was tired.

When the local Woodland Creatures Association for the Institution of Standards and Governance had decided to elect him as Temporary Overseer of Forest Affairs he had assumed there would be some work but nothing like this. Suddenly every problem, no matter how mundane, was his to mediate.

They hadn't even had a government to complain to up until two months ago. He wasn't even sure how the news had spread so fast - though he had his suspicions.

Squirrels. It was always the squirrels with their chattering and scurrying and general suspect behavior.

He couldn't prove anything yet, but that was a side project...

(To read more check out the Blog Post: In Which Reginald Resolves to Maintain His Post Despite the Political Sabotage of the Squirrel Party. And don't forget to subscribe to the newsletter to get new stories as they come out!)