Ah, my old friend/enemy in media res.
This wasn’t the first time Timmy had to run away on a wet winter’s night. It wasn’t even his — fourth, fifth time? He wasn’t really sure. Timmy got chased a lot, in this kind of weather. That’s why he wore boots that wouldn’t slip in the snow. You never knew.
He didn’t like being chased, but at least he knew how to do it now. You kept your eyes open, and your ears even wider. And you didn’t run faster than you had to, either. You did that, you lost your breath fast, and then you were caught.
Timmy figured he was gonna get caught at some point anyway. But that was why you kept your eyes open. You only cut and run when you want to find a good place to turn, and fight. Or at least a better place.
You didn’t waste your breath whining, either. That’s why he didn’t even mutter, “Where’s the garbage cans?” as he ran. He just thought it real hard.
Just like he thought about how Frostvile Pines absolutely sucked.