Host was in a big and scary place. He didn’t like big and scary places. So of course he wandered off immediately, walking through the halls of this big scary place to find the exit.

He heard people sometimes. He hid when he heard them, because strangers meant danger, and he didn’t like danger. Danger wasn’t nice. Usually, danger hurt. As did a lot of things, actually, so he was hoping he could get out and find a safe place. 

A gunshot startled him, making him squeak and run. No no, this was a terrible place, it was big and dark and scary, and he wanted to go home. Even if home wasn’t much better either.

While running, he was spotted by someone who called out to him. But he didn’t care, here were bad people, so he continued to run. And he managed to get outside, where he continued to run until he couldn’t see the building anymore he had been trapped in.

Now he was in the forest, and he looked around as he walked. He liked forests. He liked trees. It was cool here, which made it good he had this weird long coat on. It was far too big, and he had almost thrown it away while running because he nearly tripped a couple of times. But since he hadn’t, he was glad he had the coat still. It did drag through the dirt though.

“Squiwwewl!”, he spotted a squirrel, following the fuzzy little creature. It was so cute! He loved squirrels! It didn’t take long and he walked into something -or something into him?- making him fall back and plop onto his butt.

“Oh!”, an adult was looking down at him. Was it an adult? The man looked young, and had peanut butter all over his face! He wore a crown too, and a pretty cape!
“Greetings, young one!”, the king greeted with a smile. Host just looked up at him in awe. “It appears you have found your way to my kingdom! And I welcome you! I am the king of the squirrels. Who are you?”.

“Uh- ‘m Hosht.”, Host replied, content sitting on the ground and looking up at King. He seemed surprised to hear that though, but after a moment smiled.
“It is nice to meet and see you Host! Let me help you out, hm?”, King helped Host back onto his feet, and rolled up his sleeves. He tried to get the coat a bit shorter too, advising Host to be careful.

Host listened with a smile, nodding along. King was really nice! And he was the king of the squirrels! He loved squirrels! And they were climbing all over King, which made him giggle, which in return made King smile! He was very happy here.