Run Forest... RUN!

The small donkey wanders dangerously close to a wolf pack’s territory. The normally skittish Oscar is determined to stick close by while his young ward visits a friend. Flat teeth crop at the luscious long grass that grows in the neighboring land, small tail swatting at flies that come to rest on him. Spring has given way to summer and flowers are in full bloom all around him. However, with that beauty, comes the annoyance of flies, bees, and wasps… and the flies seem to love him.

Okay, for everything Oscar hates about the north, its one saving grace is the smaller number of insects. A large blowfly lands on the ass’s rump and Nugget, the donkey’s rooster companion, immediately reaches down and snatches it up with his beak. Oh well, at his friend is getting a feast. Something buzzes loudly near his long ears and Oscar shakes his head, flicking his long ears to discourage anything from landing in them.

Huffing, Oscar returns to his meal, the two eating their fill while they wait for the small coyote pup to return. The ass is wary of any predators that may appear to feast on the grazing prey animals nearby. Suddenly, his broad head lifts as the ass casts his gaze around, dread suddenly crawling up his back to wrap its icy fingers around his heart. Something is wrong… but what? Ears swivel forward as the donkey tries to find what has made his fight or flight instinct kick into overdrive.


"Oscar Monaghan"