I covered my ears, dropping to the forest floor. I knew the rules of hunting, and looked down at my shirt with dismay: it was olive green, not a good choice. I was about to call out, to let the hunters know where I was- maybe they could take me home!- but another voice beat me to it.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” The voice was smooth and refined, not what I expected. Perhaps this was what made me do what I did, instead of answering.

Safe up in the tree, I peered down at the ground, searching for the hunters- but the group that c ame into view certainly were not hunters. They were wearing fancy outdoors clothes and carrying what I recognized to be very fancy shotguns. My body tensed, and I clamped my hand over my mouth. Every cell in my body screamed for me to climb higher, to get away from these men, but i knew that if i made a sound I would be in trouble.
“Come out, little one!” crooned the smooth voice. “We need to know what you saw!”