Ember clutched his clipboard of hand-processed paper, carefully noting the properties of yet another surviving wooden structure. "Pine," he muttered, "approximately ninety-seven years old, minimal degradation despite exposure to—" His scientific observations were interrupted by screaming. "THE NIGHT BANDIT APPROACHES! SHIELD YOUR VESSELS OF SUSTENANCE FROM ITS SACRED GRASP!" Ember ducked behind the ancient pine … Continue reading The Great Raccoon Chase