"So you're from the forest right?" "Yep" "Soooo... what exactly are you doing here then?"
Forest
He chose the perfect moment. His mournful cry echoed through the stillness of the forest, declaring to all that he was still the master hunter, the top dog as it were, the alpha male of the pack, the lord of the forest.
It was subsequently ruined by a little chipmunk screaming for him to "Shut the hell up!"
it's 5:30 She said she would meet me at the stump at 4 o'clock. I hope we just mythed each other.
Is this Albany? No, it's Buffalo
No!!! I don't wanna leave the forest!!!
