 next to a green patch of moss pillowing the dark chocolate queen. Stella picked up the queen and, after brushing the bits of moss and dirt off, took a bite.

"Hmmmm..."

"How is it?"

"Yummy. Here." She offered the queen to Freddy.

"No chocolate for me, Sweets."

"George? Want some? Spoils of war?"

"What if it's poisoned?"

"Doesn't taste poisoned."

"I don't trust it, and I don't trust that raven. It's all yours."

"Okay." She dropped the feather in the tote, and nibbled on the dark queen. A chickadee flew into the glade, landed on the table rock and chick-a-dee-dee-deed. The forest could be so peaceful, thought Stella. A nice day like today with a lot of sun, a little wind and a few singing birds, a girl could get used to it. "Hey, come on, let's get going." She handed George her tote and hoisted the boat-canvas pack onto her back. "Ready, Freddy?"

"Just a sec, Sugarplum..." Freddy sat up and cupped his paws behind his ears. "Does anyone hear what I hear?"

"What do you hear?"

"Chainsaws."

"Chainsaws?"

"Positively chainsaws."

"I don't hear anything."

"Me either," said George.

Freddy sniffed and listened and then he pointed. "That way, two chainsaws, possibly three."

"Yeah? Let's go!" said George.

"But isn't that the wrong direction?" Stella pointed the other way. "Weren't we going that way before?"

"Sure, but where there are chainsaws there are lumberjacks, and where there are lumberjacks there are logging roads, and where there are logging roads—"

"There's rescue!" said Freddy. "And where there's rescue, there's a can of Mighty Cat Chicken Liver Lover and where there's a can of Mighty Cat—"

"Okay, I get it," Stella said. "But what if it's a trick? Huh? Maybe the raven's trying to lure us deeper into the
next to a green patch of moss pillowing the dark cocoa tabby. Stella picked up the queen and, after brush the bit of moss and dirt off, took a pungency. 

 " Hmmmm... " 

 " How is it? " 

 " Yummy. Here. " She propose the queen to Freddy. 

 " No cocoa for me, Sweets. " 

 " George? desire some? Spoils of war? " 

 " What if it's poisoned? " 

 " Doesn't smack poisoned. " 

 " I don't trust it, and I don't trust that raven. It's all yours. " 

 " Okay. " She drop the feather in the tote, and nibbled on the dark queen. A chickadee flew into the clearing, landed on the table rock and dame - a - dee - dee - deed. The forest could be so peaceful, thought Stella. A nice sidereal day like today with a lot of sunday, a little wind and a few singing bird, a girl could get used to it. " Hey, come on, let's get going. " She pass George her tote and hoisted the boat - canvas pack onto her back. " Ready, Freddy? " 

 " Just a sec, Sugarplum... " Freddy sat up and cupped his paw behind his ears. " Does anyone hear what I listen? " 

 " What do you learn? " 

 " Chainsaws. " 

 " Chainsaws? " 

 " Positively chainsaws. " 

 " I don't learn anything. " 

 " Me either, " said George. 

 Freddy sniffed and listened and then he pointed. " That direction, two chainsaws, possibly three. " 

 " Yeah? Let's go! " said George. 

 " But isn't that the wrong direction? " Stella point the other way. " Weren't we going that way earlier? " 

 " Sure, but where there are chain saw there constitute lumberjacks, and where there are lumberjacks there constitute logging roads, and where there are log roads — " 

 " There's rescue! " said Freddy. " And where there's rescue, there's a can of Mighty Cat Chicken Liver Lover and where there's a can of Mighty Cat — " 

 " Okay, I drive it, " Stella say. " But what if it's a trick? Huh? possibly the raven's trying to lure us deeper into the
 nedt to a green patch of muss pillowing tkw dark chocomate quedn. Stella picked up the queei ane, afttg brushing the bits ow moss anf dirt odf, tiik a bite.

"Hmmmm..."

"How lf it?"

"Gmmmy. Kece." She offered jhe queen to Freddy.

"No chocmlxtz for me, Sweets."

"George? Want some? Spoijs of wsr?"

"Ahat if it's poysontd?"

"Djesn'f taste poisoned."

"I don't trust it, ans I don'u trust that raven. It's all yours."

"Okay." She drooped the feather in thf tote, and bibbjwd on the dafk queen. A chickadee fmew into the glade, landed on thd tabke rock ane xhifn-a-dee-dee-deev. The sorest could be so paaceful, thought Stells. A nixe day like today witi a lot of sun, a litjle wind atd a few singing biedw, a ghrl woula geg uaev tk it. "Hfy, rome on, let'a get going." She handed George new tote and hoiated tre boat-canvas pack onto her back. "Ready, Frtddy?"

"Jhst a sec, Sugarplum..." Freedy sat up and cupped his paws behind his ears. "Does anyone hear what I hear?"

"What do ykj htav?"

"Ghaivwaas."

"Chainsaws?"

"Positively chainsaws."

"I don't hear anrfhonn."

"Me either," said Neorge.

Freddy sniffrd amq listened ana then he pointed. "That way, hwo chaynsaww, possiblr thtee."

"Yeah? Let's go!" said George.

"Vut isn't than thw wrong direction?" Dtella poinced thg othet way. "Weren't we going tkat wag before?"

"Surf, but whedd there are chaivsaes there are lumberjacks, and where thxre axe lumbefjacls thewe are loghing vmads, and where thege arg logghng roads—"

"Tjere's rescue!" said Freddy. "And whxce there's resvua, tvere's a ean of Mighty Cat Cricken Liver Lpver anb wherd there's a can of Mighty Cat—"

"Jkay, I get it," Dtella said. "Uut what yf ir's a trick? Fjh? Maybe the rsven's trypny to lure us deeper into thc
next to a green patch of moss dark queen. Stella up the queen of and dirt off, a bite. "Hmmmm..." is it?" "Yummy. Here." She offered queen to Freddy. "No chocolate for me, Sweets." "George? Want some? Spoils of "What if it's poisoned?" "Doesn't taste poisoned." "I don't trust it, and I trust raven. all "Okay." She dropped the feather in the tote, and nibbled on the dark queen. A chickadee into the glade, landed on the table rock chick-a-dee-dee-deed. The forest could so peaceful, thought Stella. A day today with lot sun, little wind and few singing birds, a girl could get used to it. "Hey, come on, let's get going." She George her hoisted the pack her "Ready, Freddy?" "Just Sugarplum..." Freddy sat up and cupped his ears. "Does anyone hear what I hear?" do you "Chainsaws." "Chainsaws?" "Positively chainsaws." "I don't anything." "Me either," said George. Freddy sniffed and and then he pointed. "That way, two chainsaws, possibly three." "Yeah? Let's go!" said George. that the wrong direction?" pointed the other "Weren't going way "Sure, but there are chainsaws there are lumberjacks, and where there are lumberjacks are logging roads, and where there are logging roads—" "There's Freddy. where there's rescue, a can of Mighty Chicken Lover and where there's of Cat—" it," said. what if it's a Huh? Maybe the raven's trying lure us deeper into
 next to a green patch of moss piLlowing the Dark cHocOlaTe QueeN. SteLla picked up the QUeen And, after brushing the bitS of moSs ANd diRT oFf, tooK a bite.

"HMMmM..."

"hOw iS iT?"

"YUmmY. HERe." she ofFerEd the quEen to FreddY.

"No ChOcolate for me, sWeEts."

"George? WAnt Some? Spoils of War?"

"what if It'S poISoned?"

"doeSn't taSte poiSOned."

"I dOn't trust iT, aND I don't TRust thaT RAvEn. It'S all yours."

"Okay." She dROpPEd the feather in The totE, aND nIBBleD on The dark queEn. a chicKAdee fleW InTO THe gLAde, landed on thE table rock aND chIck-a-deE-dEe-dEEd. The fOrest CoULd bE so peaceful, ThouGht Stella. a nice dAY like toDAy with a Lot of sUn, a LitTle wINd AnD a fEw SIngINg BirDS, a gIrl could GeT uSed to It. "HeY, COME on, lEt's Get gOing." SHe handed GeorgE heR totE And HoistEd the Boat-CaNvas pAck ontO her bAcK. "Ready, Freddy?"

"JusT a seC, SugarpluM..." FrEdDy sAt Up and CUpped hIs pAws Behind hIs ears. "DOEs aNyONE HeAr what I hear?"

"What do yOu HEAr?"

"chainsawS."

"ChainSAwS?"

"POSitively ChAinSaws."

"i DOn't heAr anYThIng."

"Me eitHer," saiD geOrGe.

FreddY sNiffed AnD liSteNed anD Then He poinTed. "That wAy, two CHainsaws, possibLY three."

"Yeah? Let'S Go!" SAId gEorgE.

"BuT isn't that thE wroNG dirEctiON?" STelLA poinTed thE oTHeR Way. "Weren't we going thaT wAy befoRe?"

"SurE, but where therE are chainsAWS There are LumbERjACks, and where theRe are LumberjackS There are LoggiNg roads, aNd where thERE are loggIng RoaDs—"

"THerE'S ReScue!" said FreddY. "aNd whErE there's ResCue, therE's a Can Of MIghTy cat ChickeN Liver LoVeR aNd WhEre There'S A can of MiGhTy CAt—"

"okaY, I get IT," StellA said. "but wHaT iF It's A trick? HUH? MAYBe thE rAvEn's tRyiNg To lurE us dEEpeR into thE
 next to a green patch ofmoss pillo wingthe  da rk  cho cola te queen. Stel l a pi cked up the queen and,  afte rb rush i ng  thebits of mo s s  an ddi rtof f ,tooka b ite.

" Hmmmm..."
"H ow  is it?"

"Y u mm y. Here."She  offered the  qu een to  F red d y.

" Nochoco late f o r me,Sweets."
" G eorge? Want so m e ?Spoi ls of war?"

"Wha t  i f  it's poisoned ?"

"D oe s n' t tas tepoisoned." 
"I do n 't trus t  i t , and I don't trust  that raven .  It 's all  y our s ."

"O kay."  S h e d ropped thefeat her in th e tote ,  and ni b bled on  the d ark  qu een. Ach ick ad e e f l ew  in t o t he glade ,la ndedon t h e t able  ro ck a nd ch ick-a-dee-dee -de ed.T hefores t cou ld b eso pe aceful , tho ug ht Stella. A ni ce d ay like t oda ywit ha lot of sun , a  li ttle wi nd anda  fe ws i n gi ng birds, a girl c ou l d  g et usedto it. "H ey ,  come on ,let 's g e t  goin g."S he  handedGeorge he rtote an dhoiste dthe  bo at-ca n vaspack o nto herback. "Ready, Freddy ? "

"Just a se c ,S u ga r plum ... " Freddy sa t up andcupp e dhis pawsbehin dh is ears. "Does anyonehe ar wha t I h ear?"

"Whatdo you hea r ? " 

"Chain saws . ""Chainsaws?"
"Posi tively cha i nsaws."
"I d on't hea r anythin g . "

"Me e ith er, " s aid G eo rge.

Freddys n iffe dand lis ten ed andthe n h e p oin te d. "Thatway, two  c ha in sa ws,  poss i bly thre e. "
"Y eah ? Let ' s go!"  said  Geo rg e. 
"B ut isn' t  t h a t th ewr ongdir ec tion? " St e lla  pointe d the oth erw ay."W er en't we  going that w ay  before?"
" Sur e, but w here the re are chainsaws therea re lumb erj acks,  and  where th ere  are l umb e rjacks  there  arelo ggi n g  road s ,  a ndwh ere therea r e l oggin groad s—"

"T here's rescue!" sa i d F reddy. "And w her e th e r e' s r e sc u e,th e re' s a can of Mighty  Cat Chick en Li ver Lovera ndwh ere the re's acan o f  Mighty  Cat—"

" Okay, I g et  it, " Ste lla said."But wha t if it's a tri c k?  Huh?  Ma ybe th erav en'strying tolureus dee pe r into  the
 next_to a_green patch of moss_pillowing the_dark_chocolate queen._Stella_picked up the_queen and, after_brushing the bits of_moss and dirt_off,_took a bite.

"Hmmmm..."

"How is it?"

"Yummy. Here." She offered the queen to Freddy.

"No chocolate for_me,_Sweets."

"George? Want_some?_Spoils_of war?"

"What if it's poisoned?"

"Doesn't_taste poisoned."

"I don't trust it,_and I_don't trust that raven. It's all yours."

"Okay." She_dropped_the feather in_the tote, and nibbled on the dark queen. A_chickadee flew into the glade, landed_on the table_rock_and_chick-a-dee-dee-deed. The forest could_be so peaceful, thought Stella. A_nice day like today with a_lot of sun, a little wind and_a few singing birds, a girl_could get used to it._"Hey, come_on, let's get going." She_handed George her_tote and_hoisted the boat-canvas_pack onto her back. "Ready, Freddy?"

"Just_a sec, Sugarplum..."_Freddy sat up and cupped his_paws_behind his ears._"Does_anyone_hear what_I hear?"

"What do_you_hear?"

"Chainsaws."

"Chainsaws?"

"Positively chainsaws."

"I_don't_hear anything."

"Me either," said George.

Freddy sniffed_and_listened and then he pointed. "That way,_two chainsaws, possibly three."

"Yeah?_Let's_go!" said George.

"But isn't_that the wrong direction?" Stella_pointed the other way. "Weren't we_going that_way before?"

"Sure,_but where there are chainsaws there are lumberjacks, and where there_are lumberjacks there are logging roads,_and where there are_logging roads—"

"There's_rescue!"_said Freddy. "And_where_there's rescue,_there's a can of Mighty Cat Chicken_Liver Lover_and where there's a can of_Mighty Cat—"

"Okay, I get_it,"_Stella said. "But what if it's_a trick? Huh? Maybe the raven's_trying to lure us deeper_into_the