Scraps The Rabid Squirrel Mugs

Description: He was found walking through the pages of Whispering Wood, gathering acorns and making friends. But something went wrong in the making. A wildness crept into him that no story could soften. His eyes sharpened. His grin filled with too many teeth. The gentle woodland folk took one look and turned away, and the pages closed before he ever had his chapter. Now he lingers at the edges of Whispering Wood, rejected by the very place built to hold him. He is not evil. He is only what he was made into, looking for somewhere that will finally let him stay.