Jester wasn’t out of the woods yet, just because he got a second female frog.

  “Ribit” said the female frog.

  Jester soon croaked again in victory, hoping that he would finally have a frog girlfriend of his own. But literally did Jester know, another owl came swooping right down and grabbed his mate.

  “RIBIT!” cried the traumatized female frog.

  Jester wasn’t please, he knew he would have to find a safe place to be. Then he noticed the two human tents nearby – surely the humans were not going to see him as a threat. The banjo frog soon began to hop towards Harper’s tent. Harper was just fast asleep.

  “Jester why are you losing so many friends” said Harper still talking in his sleep.

  Soon Harper was woken up by a croaking sound outside his tent.

  “Wait a second, I know that croaking sound anywhere, it’s Jester!” cried Harper.

  Harper was happy he didn’t want to wake up Jo fearing that Jo would say no. He slowly began to peek outside his tent and surely enough there was Jester. Jester was doing his best trying to find some shelter from the predators.

  “Oh, I know I’m not supposed to intervene too much” said Harper, “naturalists' duties and all.”

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  “Croak” replied Jester.

  There had to be something that Harper could do.

  “You know, instead of inviting you into my tent I have an idea,” said Harper.

  Harper was going to give up his lunch bag.

  “You Jester, can take my lunch bag as your shelter for the evening,” said Harper.

  Harper soon got out his lunch bag and soon placed it in a way that wouldn’t make it look like he’s totally intervening. Jester gazed at his newfound shelter.

  “Croak” said Jester with approval.

  “I’m glad you like it Jester, it’s a gift from me to you” said Harper, “I hope you’ll have a pleasant evening.”

  “Croak” replied Jester.

  Harper laughed it off, he soon headed back inside his tent. But Jester was going to soon receive competition for the same type of shelter. A small rat soon emerged; it was trying to escape the owls trying to swoop on in.

  “Squeak, squeak,” said the rat.

  The rat wasn’t willing to share the lunch bag with Jester, despite being able to fit to small animals.

  “CROAK!” bellowed Jester.

  Jester let out another warning towards the rat to move, the rat snarled as a response. The short-lived territorial dispute only lasted for a few seconds. An owl came swooping down grabbing the rat. Jester was please that he was the only one to have the lunch bag as a shelter. As the rest of the evening went by, Jester felt safe in the lunch bag. When morning rose, Jo soon emerged from his tent and noticed a frog was inside Harper’s lunch bag.

  “Well, that’s very unusual,” said Jo.

  Jo soon managed to get Harper up.

  “Harper, did you give that frog your lunch bag as a shelter?” asked Jo.

  “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t leave Jester out in the cold like that,” said Harper.

  “He’s a wild animal, he’s supposed to be out” said Jo, “what happened to being a naturalist?”

  “I’m sorry, it’s just that Jester looked so helpless,” said Harper.

  Jo rolled his eyes, what to do about Jester.

  “Well, no turning back the clock on this” sighed Jo.

  Jo knew the best solution was to pack up camp so that Jester would truly feel one with nature.