Chapter 8

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***As told by Perrie***



Rise and shine, Perrie, I mumble to myself, stretching my arms out as I wake up.


Fwooooosh!


"Huh?!"

I jump in my skin as a giant paper airplane fills up all the space in my treehole, kind of like the emergency airbags in a car. I push the folded edges of the paper out of my way so I can walk out of my bed. Gingerly taking a fold in my hand, I try to process what I've just woken up to. I take a peek under the fold, and...

Wait a minute!

Struck with joy, I frantically disassemble the papercraft.


Do you like me?

C̶h̶e̶k̶ Check yes or no.

Yes

No

And a comment, scribbled on the bottom:

"I guess?"


I scream silently into a bundle of leaves and pump my fist in the air! Then, I immediately turn my attention outside, to see what Man is up to.


Whew-Wheww!


Man stops mid-raking and his gaze swings upwards.

"WHAT A STUD!" I holler to a squirrel.

"Did you just cat-call me?"

"Look at him, hauling heavy stuff in the sun!" I continue to said squirrel.

"She can talk to squirrels?" I hear Man whisper.

I scoot out of my hole like an eel and begin traipsing down the length of the tree. "Unfortunately not," I clarify, "Or, at least, they don't talk back." I crawl forward to meet him at branch-level. "How are you on this fine morning, my good Man?"

He smiles. "So far, unscathed. You?"

"Well, I almost got the world's biggest papercut," I smirk, pointing at my treehole, "but I couldn't be better," earning a timid chuckle from Man. "You seem more relaxed than yesterday!"

"Maybe the sun's getting to me," he shrugs, leaning the rake against the siding. "Or maybe it was the lavender."


Crrriiiickk-


"P-Perrie? Maybe you should-"


-SNAPPP!


"Whoa!" The two of us exclaim, but Man thinks fast, and I bounce into the cushiony safety of his palms.


Thump!


I catch my breath while taking advantage of this excellent excuse to snuggle up against his fingers.

Before he can even ask, it's like I'm reading his mind.

"Ohhh yes, I am A-Okay!" I grin.

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