Mac started the journey towards the fruit forest, sad and tired. As soon as he could make out the bright colors of the fruit forest in the distance, he decided to settle down and take a nap. He climbed into a nearby tree and, after getting comfortable, fell fast asleep.

About four hours later, Mac woke up feeling uneasy, as if someone was watching him. He looked around him, frightened and shivering. He didn’t see anything so he climbed down from his perch and continued on his way. He focused on the bright colors that were growing slowly as he got closer.

Every once in a while, Mac would feel eyes on him and look around. But every time he would turn around the feeling would go away.

After almost three hours of walking Mac figured that it was time to find a tree to sleep in for the night. He picked a jungle log tree and as he climbed up onto a sturdy branch in the middle of the tree, he thought about how much h missed his mother. He missed how they would curl their tails together, and she would sing to him until he fell asleep. He thought of how she would come home with breakfast every morning with a warm smile on her face. He cried himself to sleep that night, and by the time he did, there was only 13 minutes until midnight, when the animals of the forest to catch their dinner.