After we escaped the Tiger, me and Deery found a nearby lake and hung out, eating lunch and drinking the water. Actually, it turns out that Deery wasn’t a deer. He was a moose and was trying to get back to his homeland in Canada. That shocked me. But I was ok with it. Whether he was a deer or a moose was no big deal. We were good friends.
Eventually, we left the lake. He said he would drop me off in town and then he would continue to Canada. We waved each other goodbye. I gave him some of my sandwich before he left, so he wouldn’t be hungry while traveling.
Bye bye Deery. I hope we meet again!