Mouse and Hare thought they would escape the fire by floating down the river. Mouse in his walnut shell boat. Hare in the washtub. But the river went too fast and they soon found themselves swept out to sea. Hare got really scared, like scaredy hares tend to get.
It had been several months since Mouse had been released from hospital but he was still very weak and needed care. Summer had been good though. The friends had been able to have socially distanced visits with their family and friends. The warm weather and sunshine made everything better and the enemy was quiet.
But as the days grew shorter, the enemy started it’s attack again. Bear was scared. She was having trouble concentrating and getting motivated. Then one day she noticed some smouldering embers in the forest. The Forest Council was called and asked to put the embers out, but they said “It will soon snow and the embers will go out on their own”. By the time the snows came the embers had grown into tiny fires here and there. The snow couldn’t put them all out.
The Forest Council was again called to help, but they couldn’t agree and did nothing. It didn’t take long for the whole forest to explode in flames. The Friends gathered but didn’t know which way to go to get out of the fire. They vowed to stick together and do everything they could to stay safe, and hoped they could get enough of the other forest dwellers to work with them to fight the enemy, and put the fires out.
The friends first met on a fateful day in a flower strewn meadow far from the mountains. They had each been going a different way. Bear was going west back to the mountains. Fox was going north because he could only catch mice if he was facing that direction. Hare was going east to hide out in the salt marsh until his coat turned brown. Mouse was going south for no reason at all. It was quite by accident they all arrived at this exact spot at the exact same time and became automatic best friends, which they remain to this day.