Hellllooo guys! I'm back again, with a new, longer story.

Important: It won't be as fast uploaded as my last three stories.

I know I don't use the ordinary quoting (I got a review about that). Look, I got used to this quoting, so I use it. I think it isn't disturbing.

About mistakes: I know I have mistakes, but I practice with writing.

And now, let see the story!

1:27PM. Portland Oregon USA.

An auburn furred, male chipmunk walked on a street in the city of Portland.

He wore a black, raped, dirty, stinky coat and a same style backpack. His fur was a mess, on his body were many wound. His eyer were blue.

He has just arrives to Portland from Salt Lake City by bus. He travelled in the cargo of the bus and it took six hours.

The chipmunk was tired. Every step was hard. His feet didn't want to hold him and his front legs weren't enough strong for the running.

Nobody noticed him, so he had to avoid the feet.

As he turned right he saw a woman with her child.

A random picture showed up in his mind.

Flashback

The chipmunk opened his eyes first time. He has just born. Sixteen years ago.

The first picture what he saw was his mother's face. She had blue eyes and auburn fur as the chipmunk has now.

The second picture was his father's face.

He inherited his long tail, his talent and his tall from him.

Flashback ends

He stood on the street and stared the woman and her daughter.

The girl walked toward him and she wanted to fondle him. But her mother stopped her.

- Honey, don't touch it! If you touch it you'll sick.

They walked away.

The chipmunk was sad and another picture showed up in his mind.

Flashback

Two weeks after his birth, the chipmunk could walk, climb and run.

But his parents didn't allow him to go out.

They went to get some food for him and them.

He lay in the lair and slept.

Then his ears flinched and he woke up. He heard a scream. His mother's scream.

He walked to the entrance of the lair and as soon as he reached it, his ears heard a noise. His brain ordered: "down!"

He lay down and covered his ears.

Another noise.

He smelled something strange, something new, something... which is made by the human. It was bad.

He slowly stood up and went to the entrance again. He looked down toward the foot of the tree and he became shocked.

On the ground lay his parents. They were died. The noise what he heard was a shoot. A bloody wound was on their back.

Suddenly a shadow covered his parents' body. It was a hunter. He killed his parents. On his side was a gun.

He looked up and saw the chipmunk. He lifted up the gun and aimed.

The little, scared chipmunk shrunk to the lair.

He heard a loud, evil laugh and the hunter's voice.

- Doesn't matter. This little furball will die without the parents. And *evil laughing* these two will nice gloves.

Flashback ends.

Yes. His parents were killed by a hunter.

Two months after their death, he left the lair and the forest.

This forest was in Wyoming, 25 miles from Cheyenne.

To reach Cheyenne took three days. During the trip, he couldn't eat, he was in danger and he weakened.

After these three days he finally arrived to the suburb.

He walked in the center of the city. But as he arrived he didn't know what he should do. He just stared the huge buildings.

He was hungry, so he smelled from the air and tried to search for some food. Soon he arrived to an alleyway.

There were four containers. His nose told him: "In these containers, is food."

He positioned to jump on the edge of the container, but before he could jump, his instincts warned: "danger"

He turned his head left and saw three, huge, black, furry animals. Their eyes shone in the dark.

These animals were cats.

As they saw the chipmunk, just three things were in their brain: catch it, shred it and eat it!

The three cats started to approach the chipmunk.

He retreated. His instincts told him: "run!" But he was too scared. He was in big trouble.

He lay down to the ground with shakin'.

But suddenly a bottle was thrown toward the cats. They escaped.

The chipmunk looked up and saw, the danger passed away.

As he stood up, he smelled something, near to himself. He turned back and he saw a huge leg.

It was a human male.

He cowered and placed his hand down to the ground. On his palm was some nut.

- Don't worry! I won't hurt you. Come here! - He called.

The chipmunks didn't understand what he said, but his instincts told him: "It's safety." So he slowly walked toward the human, stepped up his palm and smelled the nuts. They were eatable. He put some in his cheeks. Then he felt, he's towered up.

The man took him somewhere.

The chipmunk curled into a ball.

- Little chipmunk, you don't have to scare. - The human spoke again.

A few minutes later, the human put him on a seat, in a car. He closed the door, then sat to the driver seat.

Some scary, loud, noise was heard. It was the engine's noise.

After the chipmunk calmed down, he looked around in the car.

He felt, the human doesn't wanna hurt him, so he trusted in him. He loved him, 'cause he saved him.

He jumped up to the dashboard and looked out the windscreen. He saw, they're going very fast.

He turned toward the man and jumped on his shoulder.

- Look who decided to trust in me! Okay, you're good boy.

They arrived somewhere. The man opened his palm and the chipmunks jumped in that. He took him inside his house.

After he closed the door, he spoke up quietly.

- Sarah, come here! Look what I've found.

A woman showed up and walked there.

The chipmunks hid in the man's coat.

- Oh how cute! Where did you find it? - She asked.

- In an alleyway. Three cats almost ate him.

- So he's a boy.

- Yep. What do you think, can he stay here?

- Of course. The kids will be happy.

- Um, I think we should show him to them later. He is scared.

- I agree.

The man took the chipmunk out of his coat and on his palm, took him in the living room.

After the man and his wife sat down on the couch, the little munk, slowly, insecurely climbed up the woman's shoulder and smelled her.

He knew, she's safety too.

- I think he likes me.

- Yeah. Look, he's a kind of, special chipmunk.

- How do you mean it?

- Do you remember the three chipmunks, whom we saw in the TV, last weekend?

- I do.

- They could speak, so I think he can too.

- We'll see. Where will he sleep?

- He met me first, so I think he should sleep with me.

- Naturally. Did you give him food?

- I did. There was some nut on me, so I gave to him and he ate them in the car.

Sarah opened her palm. The chipmunk jumped in it and she gently started to fondle him.

He squeaked and lay down.

- Rex, what will his name? - Asked Sarah with quiet tone.

- When he can speak, he will choose a name.

- Right.

Three weeks later.

The chipmunk started to speak, just a few days ago.

Sarah and Rex's children, Rachel and Hailey met him two weeks ago.

- Rachel was six, Hailey was five years old. - He was in their heart as soon as they saw him. They loved him so much, but they were patient. They knew he has to get used to the new environment.

So, he could speak and Rex decided, he needs to choose name.

He took him to his work room, placed him on the table, took a book down from the bookshelf and put it front of the chipmunk.

- This is the book of the names.

- And should I choose name, from it?

Rex nodded.

The chipmunk opened the book and turned page to the "R."

He wanted a name, with the first letter of Rex's name.

- It sounds good. - He pointed to a name in the book.

- Robert. I think is perfect.

- Wait! - He stopped Rex. - I want two names.

- Really? And what would be the second name?

- Rex.

He was surprised.

- Can I ask why?

- 'Cause it's your name, you saved me and I wanna thank you.

- You're kind, but you really don't have to.

- I want it.

- Okay. This is your choice and I accept it. Your name is Robert Rex Courtis. Well, now that I hear it, it sounds really good.

So the Courtis family housed Robert and gave him everything, what he needed. They were his help in problems. They taught him everything. They took him to family events, so Robert was fully the member of the Courtis family.

But in a cold and horrible day of February, lost everything.

He remembered all of his life. Every part, every picture of that was clear in Robert's mind.

He remembered his first sentence, which was "Don't poke m tail!"

He remembered all of his birthday presents.

But it was the past.

Robert walked on the sidewalk, in Portland toward the bus station. He knew, his next bus is departing at 2:15 PM. So he had forty-five minutes.

He walked calmly, and sometimes he looked around to see the thirty-seventh city of his trip.

One more thing for American readers: I'm not American and I've never been in America, so if I had any mistake in reference to American things... Sorry!