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Under bridge

Roaring River

Murkshire

Day 4

I am writing this under a bridge at a town called Roaring River. This makes six bridges I have crossed on my journey, and still not even in Beastshire yet.

I am sure it is much much further to Frettnin Forest than Dad said.

Spent last night in a bus shelter. Quite warm and unscary, with my torch switched on going flash. Mum always says yellow eyes are friends with the dark. True, but it is still nice to have a torch when you are a small loner.

Roaring River is too big, not a good place to wake up. There are so many human people here you would not believe. It is not safe for cubs.

Yours watchingly,