It was a new day. A bright one indeed. Chris woke up to see his mother looking over him, brushing his brown hair aside, and speaking softly to him. Chris didn't want his mother to leave him, but he had to get up, today was going to be a big day.

"Linda, I'll help Chris. You'll get the picnic stuff ready."

Chris beamed as he sat up. Today was the day. William took Chris from his small crib bed and the small child yawned like a wild cat after a nap.

Chris saw Martin come running into his bedroom, "Dad! Can I bring my sling?"

"No, Martin. Not with your baby brother and sister and baby Corvandos running around."

Martin rolled his eyes, "Babies always ruin everything."

Chris was put on the floor and William dealt with Martin at the door. Chris picked up his blanket from the floor and covered himself with it and started giggling.

"Oh, Christopher. Now is not a good time to play around," Said William as he lifted the blanket. Chris cried out with excitement. William touched Chris' nose, "You are so lucky you made it pass babyhood."

Chris fell over and kicked his legs at his father. William picked Chris up and took him to his sister's bedroom. Though he was her twin brother, they were born on different days. Chris was supposedly sick as a baby and taken out by C-section while Wilma Applay Kratt was born several days later.

Chris was placed in a baby playpen. He started to cry out once more, but William raised his forefinger and said, "Stop it, Chris. You need to learn to stop crying when you are put down."

Chris turned and started at the baby toys. He kicked one and fell over. William picked Chris from the pen and said, "You're not going to get into a fuss today. I am much too busy."

Chris was taken to his mother in the kitchen. William locked him in his high chair, where Chris squirmed to bring him freedom, Linda cried, "Christopher William Kratt! Sit still."

Chris didn't know to say anything. Each month, the doctors told the parents more bad news, but Chris seemed to override the fake news. Chris was a three-year-old and should have learned to talk by now...

Applay was talking like crazy when she was put on the floor. She kept rambling on about something that you don't understand. Chris felt neglected and started to cry without making a sound.

Linda noticed Chris was getting too quiet and went to see him. His breakfast wasn't touched and immediately she saw the child's tears, "Christopher, darling." She toook the baby and cradled him in her arms, Chris pushed away and cried out.

William said, "Now what?"

"William, he's just upset... We haven't been paying any attention to him since the last report."

William looked at his young son who just wanted to be left alone in his separate pen. Applay came running over and began to climb, until Chris threw a toy at her.

"Hey -"

"William..."

William turned to see his wife staring at him. Linda said, "Why don't you go check on Willy? I'm sure Christopher just wants no one to mess with him."

The afternoon came quick. Chris was hungry and didn't want anything. When Martin offered his cookie, the toddler was so strict he refused it.

Linda prepared the car and buckled Martin in the back-back seat. She buckled Applay (her nickname in the family) in her carseat in front of Martin. She went into the house to get Chris, who still didn't want to go anywhere.

"Come on, sweetie. We're going to the playground."

Chris pushed his mother's hands away and started to cry without sound. Linda got so worried, she picked up her son and cradled him and hurried to the car. She quickly buckled him in his seat and lastly, William got Willy into his seat and the parents got into theirs. All along, Chris had shushed up. He wanted his blanket. He started to kick and scream, Linda said, "Martin... Pass him his bottle."

"I did, Mom... But he won't take it."

"CHRISTOPHER KRATT, SHUT UP!"

"William!"

Immediately, Chris shushed up. He knew his name. All his thoughts were trapped in his head. He wanted to talk to say he wanted his blanket, but he couldn't.

As soon as the car was parked, Martin unbuckled and stepped up, Linda quickly said, "Easy, Martin."

"But Michael's here, Mom!"

"I am sure MJ can wait a bit."

William let the baby go and held on for a while. He asked, "You need help with Fusser?"

"William... The boy has been sick. I got them."

William took Martin over to see the Corvando family. Linda unbuckled Applay and let her run to her father. She took a deep breath, it was time to unbuckle Chris. Chris was super quiet. When she unbuckled him, he didn't seem to stir. She grew scared and picked Chris up to her breasts and Chris immediately reacted, he didn't want to go outside, but as long as his mother held him, he would be happy.

Chris watched his mother roll the door shut. The loud sham made him cry out. Linda walked over to the picnic sight. William smiled, "I'll get the basket, dear."

Linda nodded and looked up to see Martin and Michael Jr. playing with each other. She saw the Laura Corvando playing with Applay. She sat on the chair and saw her dear friend Mary, looking over at her daughter and son. Her three-year-old daughter Aviva was under the table playing with her dolly. Mary's two month old was asleep in her baby carrier next to the mother.

Chris saw Aviva playing with her dolly. He looked away to see his father coming with the basket. Chris looked over to see Aviva, but she was gone.

"Boo!"

Chris cried out. Linda couldn't control Chris. Mary cried out, "Aviva Corvando! Behave yourself!"

"I am playing with the baby!"

Chris started to kick, Linda said, "Chris... It's okay. She won't hurt you. Chris looked at her and frowned. The girl was pretty in her play dress, but too playful for Chris to stand up.

Michael Sr. said, "Has he said anything yet?"

Linda sighed, "No... The doctors keep promising these bad news. I'm afraid Chris will never see adult life."

Linda rested her son on the ground. Chris started to cry and held on to his mother's shirt. William took Chris by the collar of his shirt and with his other hand slowly took Chris' hands from off of his mother. Chris fell to the grass. William lifted his son, "Go play with your brother..."

Chris turned away, wanting the comforts of his mother, but William kept pushing him, finally Chris sat on the dirt and froze there. William shook his head, "Then, you're getting the scooter, where you won't be able to move."

Mary said, "Is he that stubborn?"

"Chris or William?"

"Christopher, of course. The boy is so... Stubborn."

"I can't put my finger on it. He knows the chair is his punishment and he acts like it's his only place... I hope he's not going to be one of those boys that makes his mother cry..."

Mary lay her hand on Linda's, "I am sure Chris will recover from whatever he's got. He's still young."

William brought the scooter over and set it up, "You asked for it, Chris."

Chris lifted his arms as his father came over. The parents were shocked of such free will. William buckled him into the chair and locked the scooter so Chris' kicking won't make him fall over.

Chris sat on his chair, calm and alone, just he wanted... Until Aviva came over. The Corvando parents and his own parents were too busy talking and falling for their children's silly acts.

Aviva waved her dolly in Chris' face. Chris grew so angry he took the doll from the girl and threw it someplace else. The little girl, so eager to play, ran and fetched the dolly and waved it again. Chris wanted her to go, so he took the dolly and held on to it.

Aviva started to feel annoyed. She wanted her doll back. She started to cry. But instead of screaming, she climbed unto the carriage, making Chris scared, that he started to kick...

Then, the unspeakable happened. Chris and Aviva were tucking with the dolly. One was tied down, and the other one had a chance to escape the scene. Once Aviva pulled the doll, she pulled too hard, tipping the carriage over.

Linda screamed as William ran to see if Chris was okay. Harmed, but quiet, Chris sat there stunned by his fall. William unbuckled him from the seat and carried him to the picnic table. Seconds later, Martin was at his parent's ankles, "Is he okay?"

William was holding Chris up to him. Chris didn't utter one cry. He didn't want his father or mother or anyone. Michael finally said, "He'll be fine, Martin. Go play. Lunch is in a few minutes," After Martin ran off, he said, "Is he okay?"

William shook his head, "He hasn't moved since... I don't think he wants anyone around him. Your daughter was only wanting to play, but it looked like he didn't want to be messed with."

Chris was still stunned for a while. All he saw was a blurry effect of everything, finally, he felt normal and started to scream. William stood up and went to the van to find the aid, thinking Chris must have broken something.

Michael followed his old friend to the van. Chris was terrified when William set him down. When Chris saw that his feet didn't touch the ground, he screamed, trying to reach his father. William took Chris into his arms and said to Michael, "See if you can find whatever is hurting him."

"William... I think that fall injuried... not only his body, but his thoughts. He took one look at your shoes and started crying..."

"Lunch time!"

William shut the van. Chris jumped at the sound. He saw the ground and hid his face in his father's shirt. William was terrified as he got closer to the table. Linda took Chris and sat him on the long board. He saw the long down ground and pulled his legs up and fell over again...

"CHRISTOPHER KRATT!"

This time Chris was upset. He felt something in his break. He couldn't move. William said, "Michael... Watch the children for me and Linda... I think... I think he hurt himself this time... I swear I think I heard something snap."

Linda was scared, "William, go. I'll stay with Willy and the children."

William nod once and went to the car. Since he didn't want to fight with the car seats, he pull Chris in Applay's car seat, though it was pink with white unicorns on it. William got into the car and drove off as quickly as he could.

Chris was quiet for a while. William kept glancing at the mirror to see if Chris was still okay. Chris didn't see the floor, so he felt okay. But William noticed the boy was tucking at the fabric of the car seat. He quickly pulled into the driveway at home, after finding out Chris' need, and opened the windows and ran into the house. Chris was quiet. He pulled apart a few strings of the fabric and began to pull...

The van door opened and William quickly snipped the threads, "Oh, no you're not. Here."

Chris saw his green blanket and took it from his father. William felt relieved to see both the boys' arms were able to move properly. Chris pulled up one leg to hug the balnekt closer to him. William rubbed the baby soft skin, and finding nothing bad, decided to go back to the park.

"William?"

"He's fine... It must have been a bump. He's calmed down since I got his blanket."

William put Chris on the ground. Chris stood there, confused and held his blanket closer. When he saw Aviva searching through the sandy pile, he looked at his mother, who was talking to Mary. His father was playing with something in his hands. Chris decided to check it out.

Aviva saw the blanket that Chris was holding and pointed, "I lost Dolly!"

Chris looked here and there. He saw the dolly under his baby carriage. He was terrified of it but got the nerve to save the dolly from sudden death, not like it was going to die in the first place. Aviva saw him pull the doll from under the carriage. She got up and took the dolly and hugged it, "Dolly!"

Chris bundled his blanket in his arms, feeling uncomfortable. Aviva touched his arm, "My Dolly yours!"

Chris made a face, this girl made no sense! She was crying for her dolly and now she was giving it to him. He hugged his blanket as she laughed in her girly voice, "You talk too?"

Chris shook his head. The girl shushed up, "You no talk?"

Chris raised an eyebrow and sat at the wheels of the carriage. He felt tired... Finally he cried out a bit and his father came running, "What did you do now?"

Aviva saved him from punishment, "Baby tired!"

William smiled, he got down on one knee and said, "You think Chris is tired?"

Aviva nodded, "He really tired."

William looked at his half-fallen asleep son. Chris jerked his sudden movements as William picked him up and wrapped in the baby carriage and buckled it safe close to him and Linda. Chris held on to his blanket and slept soundly in it. William checked on Chris once in a while to see if he was okay. Sometimes, even Aviva would climb in between Linda and William to see if he was asleep. A couple times she would scream, "He's eating his fingers, Mom!"

William only laughed, "That boy, he loves to suck his thumb. It's always his left hand."

Michael shushed his daughter, "You be quiet. He just fell asleep."

But Chris heard the girl and looked at her... Then suddenly. a scream rang out. Chris bolted, crying for his mother. Linda held on to the carriage, "WILMA! WILMA! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

The men were running in two different directions. Out of the forest came Martin and Michael. They were panting. Both mothers took their boys in and demanded what had happened.

Martin said, "A creepy man came up and was going to grab us. I didn't know Applay was with us, mother! He took her!"

But William was already on with the police. They came in split seconds and searched the forests. Michael said, "Chris! He's been left alone! Aviva!"

Sure enough, both the toddlers WEREN'T in or near the carriage. The police officers searched the park to find Chris and Aviva hidden behind the family van, scared and shaking to death.

"It's okay. Your son and your daughter are at the tan van over there, hiding. Smart, though we could still see them."

The parents took a deep breath while one officer picked up the children and brought them over. William cried out, "When did you ever climb out of the baby carriage?!"

"William, stop... We lost our daughter..."

The police officer said, "We'll send the AMBER alert. Young man," He knelt towards Martin, "Can you describe the man?"

"I can't... he was wearing a mask. But he had one a checkered white and red shirt. He had faded out blue jeans on and big heavy looking brown boots..."

"What was the color of the mask?"

"Black... It was some pullover, I guess. Like a winter hat pulled over your head and the eye and mouth holes were cut out."

The police officer stood up, "It'll be hard. But we'll try to find her."

Linda was crying. Chris managed to walk behind Martin and hold on to his arm. Martin looked at Chris, "Will he grab my little brother?"

"He might," Answered the officer, "You have to promise your parents to take good care of your brother, young man. He needs you."

Chris wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak. Linda picked up her baby son, Willy from the carrier and said, "William... I want to go home."

Chris was scared of going home. William took Chris and Martin's hands and led them to the van. Chris waited for his turn as William helped Martin. Chris turned to see Aviva crying. She again had lost her dolly, but because of the shock they had to get out. Without his parents knowing, he handed his blanket to the girl.

Aviva took the blanket and hugged it. Chris was scared, William picked him up from behind. But he saw the blanket in Aviva's arms and said, "Can I see that?"

Aviva pulled away, "Chris gave it to me!"

William looked at Chris. Fear still tickled his eyes. He said, "Okay. You take good care of that..." Then, he buckled Chris in his seat and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to give you something better for your kindness."

Chris didn't care. He was scared to see his sister's chair vacant. He looked at Martin, who had a cookie in his hand. He was shaking as the car drove out of the park. Chris looked at the park for the last the final time...

A week later, Applay was still missed. Chris was beginning to show signs of improvement. William indeed did get Chris something special with a new green blanket for Chris to snuggle in. Chris unwrapped the blanket to wrap himself in to see a box full of wild animal figures. Chris cried out with excitement and fought with the box. William sat on the floor and opened the end and poured them on the floor. Soon Chris was about playing with his animals.

One morning, William went to work as usual. Linda kissed her husband and went on to clean the house. Willy was asleep when Linda noticed, the baby needed more formula before his next meal. She looked at Chris, who was asleep with his blanket wrapped him and all his animals scattered from very direction all because a little lion was in his hand with its jaws wide open.

Linda ran out of the house as quietly as she could and told her neighbour, "I need to get formula. Watch my house. Christopher is asleep in the living room and Willy is asleep in his crib. I will be back in a couple minutes. I got a taxi."

"Sure... I got a lot to do, but I'll watch the house."

"Thanks..."

Chris woke up minutes later. He noticed his mother was gone. He stood up and handled his blanket. He rubbed his eyes and walked into the bedroom to see if he saw his mother.

As he left the bedroom, he heard a door sham. He grew excited, and ran towards the stairs. He ran into the kitchen and didn't see his mother. He went into the living room to see a strange person at the fireplace, making a fire. Chris gasped and hid behind the chair. The person stood up with full flame of fire and picked up a burning piece of wood on one end and turned. Chris ran upstairs, terrified. he shammed his parent's bedroom door shut and ran to his baby brother, who was now crying.

"Come out, little guy. I see your parents abaddoned you."

Chris saw boxes his size. He dropped his blanket and tried to push one to the door. Since he couldn't he saw his father's nightstand and pushed it nice and easy to the door, holding it would hold.

But the knob turned. Chris picked up his blanket, defenseless, wondering where his mother was. The door opened, tipping the stand over and breaking a lamp. A strange masked person came into the room. Chris' eyes peered out of his face. He climbed to his baby brother and wanted to pick him up.

"You little rascal. Come to me to save all this trouble."

"Hello? Anyone in here?"

The man turned away. Chris knew that it was Mrs. Reed. She loved the family. The man threw the torch on the carpet and ran into the bedroom, Chris screamed and jumped. The man took the baby and jumped out of the bedroom window and ran away.

Chris was trapped in the bedroom.

"Chris! Christopher! Come downstairs! There's fire down here!"

Chris was crying. The flames roared at him.

"Christopher! No!"

The flames rushed at Chris. Chris saw the flames lick up his blanket. He ran to the window and climbed over. The man was on the ground, waiting, "Yeah! Come on down! I'll catch you!"

"Chris! Don't! He'll hurt you!"

Chris was man ran away once the police came. Many of them chased the man and the rest ran in with the firefighters to get Chris to safety. But it was too late... The stairs were too dangerous to walk up.

The firetruck with the ladder came unto the window. Chris was sitting at the window, watching the flames lick up the bed to ashes. Chris grew so scared, he fell out off the window and was falling from the two story house.

A police officer ran in and caught the terrified boy. Linda came running up, "My boy! My baby is in there!"

Mrs. Reed said, "That awful old man! He ran off with your baby! I tried to stop him from getting into the house, but he pushed me over! he set the house on fire!"

Linda took Chris into her arms and shielded him. Chris was crying loudly now. Minutes later, The Corvando parents came by and took Linda and Chris to their house. Chris was still crying from his burns. Mary washed the toddler while Linda went to see if the house had fire insurance. Aviva was happy to see Chris in her house... But his crying made her back off.

Mary took out the aid for burns and rubbed aloe on Chris' burns and wrapped them in the bandages. Minutes later, Michael and William came through the door. William ran to his son, "Oh Christopher! You're still with us!"

Aviva didn't understand why everyone was paying attention to him. Chris was crying and holding his father. He was crying so much, he was able to say for the first time, "Daddy..."

William heard Chris and hugged him tighter, "Daddy's here... Daddy's right here."

"I'm - I am scared..."

"It's okay..."

"William! William..."

William turned to see Linda, crying. She said, "The house wasn't insured... We lost Wilma and Willy!"

William grew angry, "We have to move out."

Michael said, "You can stay with us."

"No, we have move out of the city. Chris and Martin's lives are at stake. I got two boys left. My daughter could be dead... My son could be getting killed. I'm sorry, Michael... But I hope we're see each other in the future."

"What about Martin and Michael?"

"You have to adopt him. Change him the best you can to protect him. Someone hates our family... Chris is in big danger... Just make sure Martin's last name is Kratt on all legal documents, just use Corvando on regular documents."

Michael sighed, "Where are you moving?"

"Far far away."

Chris was rubbing his sore arms when Aviva came up to him. In her arms was another dolly. Her mother made those dollies and sold most of them as a hobby. Aviva held one of those dolls. Chris was so sore with his wounds, that the girl, as kind as she was, cuddled closer to him and rest the doll on his sore arm. The girl lay on Chris' lap and fell asleep. Chris thought best to sleep off the pain while his parents talked. He rested arched over, so the girl's head is still on his lap, but his head was resting on her side, he fell asleep like a puppy up against its sibling.

Chris woke up in the middle of the night. Linda was crying. William was coming into the house. Chris sat up and Aviva woke up from her sleep. Something was wrong... There was a nasty cut on his bandaged arm. He started to cry. Michael looked over the playpen, "It's okay...'

Mary was crying with Linda. William finally came over and picked Chris up from the crib, "Linda... We gotta go."

Linda stood up and held her friend and hugged Mary. Martin came out of his bedroom, "Mom? Dad? Will I ever see you again?"

"You will, Martin. Chris' life is at stake. That guy is not messing with you... Take him, Michael."

Michael nodded.

William took his wife's hand and stepped out of the house. Aviva was at the heels. She cried out and moved from her parents. Mary cried out for her daughter. William turned and quickly put Chris down to say good bye. Linda couldn't watch.

Aviva pulled from behind her the blanket. Chris shook his head, "You have it."

Aviva started to cry. She pulled out the doll, "You have it."

Chris felt a strong bond between her and him. He started to cry with her looking at him. He turned and hid his face on his father's pantleg. William picked Chris up and put him in the van. The baby carriers were removed, only Chris' remained. William buckled Chris up and turned to shake Michael's hand. Martin came into the van and hugged his brother, "I'll miss you little brother... When you learn to write, you have to write me letters too! I will never forget you..."

William sighed, "Okay... Once he learns, we'll make sure to tell you, son."

"Oh, father," Answered Martin, "Can we talk on the phone?"

"Not too much... I'm still scared."

"Okay..."

Linda reached down to hug her eldest son. Chris turned away. The dolly which looked much like Aviva stared at him in the face. He dropped it in the van and forgot about it.

William jumped in the van after shutting all the doors. He locked the doors and turned the van on and drove off without a another good bye. Chris watched the Corvando family and his brother waved. Some waved, because they were drying their tears. All because of a guy who wouldn't stop kidnapping the Kratt family.

Days later, William bought a house and told Linda. Chris was having a fourth birthday soon and he was beginning to talk more often, but not too much.

"Linda, I have bought us a house. It is in the midst of a forest in the middle of Kansas."

"Would it be safe for our son?"

"I am sure. He loves the water, so it has a pretty good lake. Lots of trees to hide behind if anything bad happens. I am sure he would love it."

Linda sighed, "Okay..."

"Besides, it is furnished. So we don't have to worry about furniture."

"Fine... When are we leaving?"

"First thing in the morning."

Chris woke up the next morning with his father shaking him gently. Chris sat up and was taken out of the hotel bed and buckled in the car. He brought Linda with him and locked the car to keep Chris safe.

Chris looked out the dark window and saw someone sneaking around. He slowly covered himself with a new green blanket so he wouldn't be seen. The person looked over and ran to the VAN! Chris froze as the face looked into the van and started to shake the van. This man was very strong to shake everything. Chris was screaming the man to stop it... Luckily someone screamed, "Hey! Leave this van alone!"

When the parents came outside, they were screaming as the man ran from the van. William ran to the window to see Chris sprawled on the floor with the car buckle seat still buckled on his seat. He unlocked the car and took his son out, "We have to get a different car..."

"William..."

"Just grab the baby carrier..."

Linda got the carrier and William went back into the office and took them what happened and called a taxi. The taxi came and brought the family to dealership, which was opened early and the man was kind enough to give the family a small but family car. William got the car registered that morning and soon the family was heading off to Kansas. Chris wanted the dolly, but remembered he had tossed it in van. He felt so careless.

It was a couple days until the short-changed family reached their new home. Chris was unbuckled and Linda let him explore the new place. He went to the backyard to the lake and there saw his own refection. In the distance, he looked up to see a strong hart standing there, looking right at him.

Chris smiled at the hart and the hart seemed to smile back. Chris turned to his mother, "Look, Mom! A huge Hart!"

"Yes, honey. He is indeed a strong one. If only you knew such protective skills. You could sure use them."

Linda went into the house to check around. The hart came closer to Chris. Chris stood scared, but the hart proved to be friendly. He waved his antlers at Chris. Chris reached up and touched the antlers, "Wow..."

The hart pushed Chris over. Chris laughed and already had a new friend. He stood up and rested his hands on the ground and roared silly. The deer stood taller and waved his antlers in the air. Chris wanted someone to play with and head butt into hart. Chris felt the fur of the hart and rubbed up against him. The hart lay down and talked in his language. Chris listened with curiousity, "What are you saying?"

The hart continues to make his sound. Chris wanted to play and head butt into the hart's belly, which didn't really hurt. The hart stood up as Chris charged and he fell into the ankle deep water. Chris shook like an animal and looked up at his playmate.

The hart came closer and rubbed up to Chris in a loving manner. Chris watched him walk away, looking at him. Chris ran up to the patio, "Mother? Can I follow the hart?!"

"Honey, it's not safe... He's scared of you."

"No, Mother! He let me play with him!"

"He what?"

Chris ran up to the hart and head butt in his side again. This time the hart watched the boy recover from his weak aim and made asound as if he wanted Chris to follow him. Linda was so unsure, but said, "Just be careful, Chris."

"Thanks, Mom! I will!"

Chris chased after the walking hart. The hart watched Chris with all the joy he had. He stopped and drank from the brook. Chris watched him drink and continued to follow him once he finished.

"Can I name you Harter? I can only think of that..."

Harter turned and nod his head once. Chris couldn't believe the deer could actually understand him. Chris followed the hart to an open field. Chris has never seen such beautiful wild flowers in his life.

"I could live out here forever!"

Harter smiled as the boy playfully skipped in the wilderness. Harter made a sound and held Chris to the top of the forest world. Chris stared at the wilderness, "This is all my Dad's property. Wow!"

Harter arched his body to show that he ruled the forest. Chris wanted to play allow, so he arched himself like Harter. Harter smiled at Chris and lay on the rock and made some sounds. Chris wanted to have fun so he tried to make the sounds of the Hart. In a few minutes, Chris gasped when Harter made a sound, "So you like this place?"

"Wait... You can talk? Like me?"

"I can only talk to those who have the gift of understand us animals, like you. You have been gifted by the Great Eagle of Life."

"Who's that?"

"He always fly by every sunset. He will come to see you and grant you the power of what you have been granted."

Chris smiled, "I want to stay... But mother will be worried about me."

"Go ahead and be with your mother. Remember, Sascar will be coming by sunset."

Chris smiled and turned away... But the paths were dangerous. He turned to Harter, "I can't... I'm scared."

Harter knelt down, "Climb unto my back. You can ride me to your house."

Chris rode the Hart's soft back back down to the house. There on the patio was William and Linda looking up from their normal activities to see a strong hart carrying their son out of the forest. Harter rested on the ground, and Chris got down on solid ground. The child was very tired, so Harter lightly pushed the child to his father, who took him immediately into the house for bed.

Chris woke up to the sound of an eagle's screeching. He ran down the stairs to the back door. His father and mother was looking at the eagle land on the dead tree nearby. The sun was setting, and Chris knew it had to be the eagle. So he ran outside to the bald eagle, who was perked proud on the tree.

Chris saw the eagle and stopped. The bald eagle said, "Ah! The son that was to be born!"

"I can understand you?"

"Sure. The chosen wil always be favoured among the animals. The chosen human will never be favoured among his own kind."

Chris started to become confused, "What about mother and father, and my brother?"

"Well... That's another story. You are much too young to understand what I just say. Apart of what I have heard, it appears to be that you will become the wild man of the forests of Kansas."

"A wild man," Beamed Chris. His eyes were literally shining the stars of that evening.

Sascar lifted his wings, "A strong wild man. I see much happening to you in the futu - I see a damsel... One who will take you from here. A man will take you away from the forests, causing your parents to fear of your abscene. The damsel, she doesn't take you from the forests, but take the fear of mankind out of you."

Chris was super scared again, "When?"

"The time is but far. You are only young. You will understand when the time does come."

Chris looked at his parents, who just stared at him. He looked at Sascar, "I'll take it..."

Sascar winged his flight and said, "So shall you be."

Chris watched the bird fly away. He has to be the wild man for one, he wants to protect his family and two he was protect himself from the jaws of man. He looked at his mother and said, "I'll be fine mother. I have a lot to learn, but starting tomorrow, I'll be learning to be a wild man.