I’ve always loved animals. What girl doesn’t, I suppose. Small forest creatures are some of the most brilliant: chipmunks, mice, owls…And what young-ling, (be it human or quadruped) DOESN’T use their imagination to make mountains out of molehills?
Originally, the story of Chesnutt Munk was actually about Polar Jr. in the Arctic. It was a longer story (I would’ve called it a chapter book). But, changing the story and seeing how it was so simple, I changed the length along with its locality.
Hope you enjoy. I’d love feedback for it!