Roo Crosses the Bridge

There wasn't so much as a hint of anything wrong. One minute Roo was fine - hunting the forest mouse as usual - and the next, there she was, crossing the bridge. Believe you me: seeing something like that hits you like a bucket of icy gravel. Roo? On a bridge? Over perfectly good freezing water?

Maybe it's time for Roo to see a counselor.

 
                                                                                          Roo arrives on The Other Side.

                                                                                          Roo arrives on The Other Side.