Misunderstood
Robin approached quietly. He wished there was a way to get past without disturbing his friend. John’s tribulations had entitled him to his grief and Robin did not want to intrude. He knew that the big man would not want Robin to see him weeping. Though he had a heart of gold, John was also very proud.
“Excuse me, John. I don’t mean to…” Robin stopped when he realized that John was, in fact, giggling quietly. “What?”
With tears of laughter streaming down his face, John pointed.
In the clearing, Much danced in pain as the squirrel held on tightly.