King’s Scepter Option A: Leave
Let’s see if you find a way to save your car and leave the ransacked cabin behind.
Hope you enjoy the adventure =)
Kings Scepter Option A: Leave
The place seems still. You figure is there was someone around, they’re long gone now.
Plus, you need to get somewhere so you can call a tow for your car and you don’t feel like going farther inside the cabin to see if there’s a landline. You assume if there is one, it’s probably been cut.
You leave the porch with barely a glance back and head up the road. When you come in sight of your car again, you stop. Glass 
from the windows sparkle on the ground like dew on the gravel.
The cabin wasn’t that far up the road, you would think something this destructive would’ve made enough noise for you to notice, but you heard nothing.
Approaching with more caution, you get close enough to peek inside.
There’s a squirrel sitting on the driver’s seat with his front paws up on the steering wheel. He’s making a ‘rrrr vroom vroom’ kind of noise.
Shock keeps you in place long enough for the squirrel to notice you.
“Uh-oh,” he says, “I didn’t do it.”
“Didn’t—“ you clear your throat. Maybe you’ve gone crazy. “Didn’t do it?”
“Nope, nope. Found the car this way. Thought it’dbefuntotestdrive.” He speaks so fast you have to decipher the jumble before you understand.
“Then who did?” you finally ask.
“Don’t knowbutthere’sprints—“
“Slow down!”
“Oh. Paw prints,” he scrambles onto the windowsill and points at the ground below.
Coming around the hood of the car, you spot paw prints as big as a frisbee.
“What’s that big?”
“Smells like cat. Gotta peanut? I smell peanuts too.”
You do a double take at him. This can’t be happening, surely.
But you can’t deny the condition of your car or the fact that Mr. Squirrel is staring at your pocket, where, sure enough, you have a bag of trail mix with peanuts.
Pulling out the bag, you hand him a hand full.
“Awesome!” he exclaims, cramming his cheeks full.
“Why would a cat break into my car?”
He shrugs while he chews. “That cat,” he points at the prints again. “He’s the Law Keeper. So what’d you do?”
“Law Keeper?”
“Yup. What’d you do? Ha?”
“Nothing but break down in the middle of no where,” you grumble.
Law Keeper? Really?
“Let’s go ask him then. Can I drive?”
“Car’s broken, didn’t you hear?”
“Oh, then I’ll lead. Let’s go.”
He takes off after the direction of the prints but scurries back when you don’t immediately follow.
“What’s up?”
“Ask him?” you repeat.
“Yeah,” he says, “or head back to the cabin. As I recall it looks bad too. Maybe the culprit’s there.”
At this point you’re not sure you can head to the main road without always wondering what happened here. You are, after all, talking to a squirrel.
So do you…
Aa. Find the Law Keeper?
Or
Ab. Head Back to the Cabin?
Blessings and see you Tuesday =)
Jennifer
