I was just taking a nap when it happened. Hiawatha, my owner, had been out in the woods hunting for dinner and just came back carrying a big fat juicy deer on his shoulders when out of the blue a hooded figure ran in and took Minnehaha. He put a sack over her head and carried her away as swift as Hiawatha can skin a rabbit. Before anyone could do anything, the hooded figure was gone. Then the camp erupted into chaos. Everyone was so loud that I couldn’t sleep anymore. Dang humans. I climbed out of Hiawatha’s bed and walked to tent opening. When I stuck my head out, I saw a whole bunch of ankles and moccasins running around in all directions. They made annoying dust clouds that came into my eyes. I heard two voices arguing nearby. It sounded like Hiawatha and someone else just outside the tent.
“You can’t go alone! He’s probably really dangerous! Your our best warrior and hunter!”
“Of course I can go alone! I killed Pearl Feather alone didn’t I? And this is my wife! I can’t leave her with that creep!”
That’s when I decided to join the conversation.
“It’s ok. I’ll go with him!” I said bravely.
“Wait, what?” Hiawatha asked, surprised.
“You’re going to take your teddy bear with you?” The other man asked with a faint smile on his lips.
“I haven’t been just a teddy bear forever you know. What do you think I was before I became your cute and fuzzy pet? And besides, what are you going to do if you get another one of your nightmares? Whose going to fight them off? Your bow maybe?” I said stoutly.
“Fine fine. You can come. We leave as soon as possible. Pack your things and meet me over by the Old Oak.” Hiawatha said grudgingly.
“You can’t be serious!” The other man said, grinning. He walked away, still snickering. He started talking to a group of men and they all started laughing too and shooting looks at me. I went into the tent. I packed my small leather cap in case it got cold, a little bit of hair polish for if my beautiful fur got dirty, and some emergency fluff for if I sprung a leak. I was all ready to go. Hiawatha took his bow (nasty things, those bows) and some arrows, his favorite quiver, some extra moccasins, a deer skin cloak and some food (weird stuff, that food. Who puts perfectly good things in their mouths for crying out loud!) Anyway, we ended up finishing packing together and walking to the Old Oak together too. From there we waved everyone in the village goodbye and followed the deep, heavy footsteps of the kidnapper.
There isn’t much to tell for a while, because we had to walk over the really, really big prairie that made me feel like a really, really small bear. I didn’t like it much, personally. We camped that night under a clump of old trees in the middle of nothingness. We made a fire and sat around it while Hiawatha stuffed food into himself and I checked all my seams to make sure I wasn’t leaking. I was fine.
The next day, after I had spent the night watching the stars in the top of the trees and Hiawatha had slept (why you want to lie doing nothing at all for about 10 hours I have no idea). I don’t like stars either. Make me feel really small too. I like staring at them tough. It’s like I’m daring them to question me being here. I like pretending I’m more powerful than them. Anyway, we set of north again, still following the footsteps. Hiawatha thought they were about a day old.
