Sittin' up in the tree tops chewing on a piece of beef jerky Raccoon had a plan. He found a old metal bucket, hooked a good rope to it and yelled down to Gretta from Gothere...Never fear, dear girl, Rac is here! Hop in and I'll hoist ya up in the tree house.
Gretta lifted her skirt and climbed in and gave a whistle to Raccoon. Garbo had left early this morning back to Gothere. He was a come hither, go there type of a guy. He was fun, while he lasted and then off he went.
Gretta had some berries in her pocket to share with her long time friend Raccoon. She hoped there was a good soft bed with a good soft quilt to snuggle down for the night. Raccoon had worked night and day to build the tree house. He had searched for good wood to make it safe and sound for Gretta. He decided they needed a home base to come back to. The road to Nowhere lead no where it seemed.
Rac was greeted with a kiss on the cheek. He blushed and reached out to shake Gretta's paw in welcome as paw to paw...berry juice streamed down as they joined paws and Rac showed Gretta the tree house. The sign above the door made Gretta smile...It simply said...Home Sweet Tree house.