"Do you think there is a weird "creature" living in these parts of the woods, Sammy?" Ranger Morgan asked fixing his belt.
They've never been to this part of the woods, but they were asked by their superiors to conduct a cursory search in a large part of the woods because they received an incredibly credible complaint.
Sam Jenkins shrugged as he walked dragging his boots on the ground. He did not want to be here. "Those Roberts kids are very petty... Because we refused to join their little search party, they created this monster and we now have to find it! Smart pricks! Even the eldest grandson joined in this time!"
"Kids? They have kids of their own...I knew those rugrats will grow up to be trouble. I thought with one becoming a fed, they'd turn a new leaf, but..." Morgan scoffed. He squinted his eyes seeing a set of fresh boot prints on the ground, but he shrugged it off.
It could be that Goldilocks' boot print!
