It was the dead of night. The clear sky glinted softly with bright stars. The moon was a beacon in the far distance. The stars have always reminded me of how we compare to the rest of the world. Small, but bright. It's my motto, it keeps me grounded, and it makes me who I am. I watched sneakily as the bright orange fox slipped out of his green tent towards the museum. Now was my chance. Now was the only chance I could get. I slipped out of the shadows with a smirk on my face- the ultimate prank- stealing Crazy Redd's tent.
It was Peewee's idea. He's my best friend in Brynland, my hometown and where I currently live. We have this ongoing dare game, involving pranking other people. Tom Nooks the best one, the face he pulls when he finds someone has done a prank on him is hilarious! Peewee and I saw him one time, we were on a very narrow ledge looking through the sparkling clean glass of the window, and then he noticed someone had changed his normal blue apron to a pink one! This was me.
Giggling at the memory, I pulled down the tent, gathering up all the poles and pegs into a small bag, I folded up the emerald green cloth and hurriedly tried to stuff it on top. Then my hand slipped, and I dropped the bag full of poles on the floor.
It made a huge clatter, and I froze in horror. This was supposed to be a bit of light-hearted fun, not a scare! I looked around to hear any signs of movement and a heard a grunt from inside the museum. It must be Crazy Redd. Shivering, I gathered up the remains of the tent, shoved them back in the bag not caring where they landed. This made even more noise, I realised as I tried to get it done as fast as I could.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY TENT" Bellowed Crazy Redd, his black eyes burning red like a fire as they bore down on me, his small hands clenched into barely recognisable fists. "THAT'S JUST CRAZZZZZZYYY!"
I had no choice but to break into a run, I sprinted across the grassy town, Crazy Redd in hot pursuit. I hid behind Peewee's house and watched the orange fox scamper past with a look of fury on his face. Watching as he headed down by the beach, I slipped into Peewees house.
"You're back quick Lil dude!" He exclaimed in his gruff deep voice. I looked up, and as he saw the panicked expression on my face he looked alarmed. "You don't mean… you got caught?"
"Kinda." I shrugged, "He saw me, and he's after me."
"Just give it back then!" He said, as if he was just stating the obvious. "No harm done, Lil dude!" He looked at me, half triumphant, half confused. I showed no signs of being happy about the solution.
"Do you realise how much trouble I'll be in! I've got to run!" I replied, my voice high with panic. This was unnatural for me, I mean, I'm the ultimate prankster and I'm letting a tent bring me down! That's so not happening. "I mean, I can't stay here." I said, trying to sound more relaxed. I could feel my purple hair prickling at the back of my neck with fear.
"Don't leave without this then." Peewee said, sounding… a little guilty if I'm honest with you. His gray face looked faded and sad as he gave me a small bag.
"What's in there?" I asked, surprised that Peewee of all people would be giving me a gift.
"Open it when you need it, when you need it most." He said gruffly. Then he quickly swung his arms around my neck. "I'm going to miss you." He whispered shortly in my ear. I smiled and put the bag into my own backpack. Taking in a deep breath, I headed back out to hide. "Don't forget the stars!" he reminded me, and I grinned evilly. I was going to have to be really bright to get out of the mess I was in.