A Cave of Ice: Chapter 6
I didn’t have many friends growing up. I never knew what to say at the lunch table. The other kids all seemed to like the same things and speak the same language. It felt nice to have a friend—even if he was an albino squirrel.
A Cave of Ice: Chapter 4
In my town, man and squirrel could walk hand in hand, but here they lacked acceptance. They didn’t like relationships that they couldn’t understand and did their best to impede them. Two men or two squirrels could walk in here with no issues, but the second a man walks in with his squirrel friend, it becomes a major concern.