Emberwood Come along now, run away from the hum-drum

Reverie loved birds. Spring meant their return to the wilds, and their presence delighted her — well, most of them. There were a few she could do without.

Confronted with a large male goose, the Dancing Queen pinned her ears back and growled. Geese, as she had learned the hard way one too many times, were not nice. The goose arched its neck and hissed at her. Reverie lashed out with a paw, slapping the long neck twice, and leapt back as the goose lunged to bite her.

Rude! Rude! Rude! She reached out with her other paw to smack its face this time.