It had been a year Gus lives alone in the forest, since his Pubba died from the sick, of course. He became the man of the house. Well, at least, he tried... But it was not easy, not at all.

By his tenth winter, the boy was now the man of the house. With hard work, came harder play... As his antlers grew, so did his imagination. Creating stories where he'd scare bad people off with his plushie : Dog. But sometimes, his imagination was all he had...

But one day, as Gus already had a rough day due to the several fails : Garden duty, not being able to keep the birds off the peas, since he couldn't lose any more, or thr fail with the syrup and the water, it was just... All too much...

And as Gus tried to tear the weeds out, there was a large one he couldn't manage to get off, and with his pliers broken, he just... snapped...

He would snarl and walk away, the gate and the door clattering when he opened and closed them as he grabbed the lamp, grumbling out angrily.

"Stupid weeds."

As he came back, he threw the lamp into the weeds with a grunt, the plants starting to burn.

Gus's ears dropped for a second as he stared at the fire, before he'd snarl and walk away, grabbing the two animals he made out of weasel, throwing the first one in the fire and screaming out,

"Stupid weasel thing !" He yelled out in frustration, throwing the weasel-made animal into the fire, before he'd grab the goat made of weasel...

"Dumb goat !" He snarled out as he threw the goat into the fire, taking few steps back from it, before his head turns around, glancing at his dog plush, which was a gift from his Pubba...

"You !" He snarled out in anger as he grabbed the plush and held it into his hands tightly with clenched teeth, before he'd look back down at the fire he had caused, breathing heavily as he threw his plush in the fire, right a few seconds before you'd arrive...