I've got small again, and it's much better. I couldn't get into all my holes and things before, couldn't climb trees half so well as I should, wasn't near so quiet either. I'm me again, as I should be, now ( Read more... )

I'm still big. I'm still too big and I don't know how to climb trees anymore or swim or ski or do anything, actually. I feel like my legs are too long and my arms are too thick. I want this to be done now.

I don't know what happened, but something did, and now I'm not me anymore. I don't know who I am, though. I think I'm --

I'm a Lovis, is what I am, I'm --- old --- not old like Noddle-Pete, but old like - like a Lovis is old.

Well - this will just take some getting used to, but it might not be bad...

It's lonely here and I want a brother or a Lovis or anyone at all and also it's very cold and also boring.

I want to go home.

I still haven't found the way back to my woods, or to Matt's Fort, but I did find a cave out in the little grove of trees (it isn't a real forest at all, it's too tame, but it's something) back of this fort. I guess this isn't a fort, it's a - mansion, I think that's the word everyone keeps using. It's too hot inside it, and there are too many ( Read more... )

Nobody here knows how to get home. I miss the lake, and my skis, and Villain, that old beast. I'll have to find my own way back ( Read more... )

Soon it will be spring, and we'll be going back to live in the Bear's Cave.