Wild Berry Meadow we are not the weight of all our memories.

The storm overhead was an anomaly for the sheltered child, but when the light flashed and the boom sounded, Titmouse felt an instinctual fear. It thrilled him beyond comprehension; more importantly, it cemented his bond to his current caretaker. Whether Liffey liked it or not - Tit was racing alongside her, emulating her snaking posture, and kept close to her feet as if to block the strange noises with the bulk of her larger self. It mattered little to the boy where they were headed. He just knew it was best to stick with the adult  (or next best thing!).