60 tries, 60 attempts so far to find a home that feels safe. While Pip could easily say he had not found his home yet, he did feel a little safer while out adventuring now anyway.

Carefully climbing down from the large tree Pip had been placed on, he began to wander through the forest, thinking about what kind of fruit he'd like to grow in his garden, once he found one. At night, the tree lined paths always felt safer, he remembered an old friend telling him many years ago that the dark of a forest is often safer than the lights of a city. Pip hadn't believed his friend back then, but tonight it was starting to make sense.

In the distance, the glow of a lantern hanging loosely from an oddly shaped bush almost held Pip's attention long enough that he nearly missed the bird just above it, the bird that was staring a little too intently at Pip, who stopped dead in his tracks.