Blacktail Deer Plateau reporting the patterns row by line

There was an old truth that the simplest things were the most ingenious ones. Mordecai might not have considered his idea as something extraordinary, but Osprey thought differently. Mainly because she had not come up with it herself and, where some would have found competition, she was happy that someone else had got a glimpse of how fun it was to create something or someone and by telling it's story, give it life.

"That's quite sad," Osprey nodded, feeling sympathy for the poor thing for being so misunderstood and alone, and envying those, who got to enjoy the life in the plains. She had never climbed the mountains herself, but thought that it must be very lonley up there. Who would want to live inbetween the cliffs and masses of snow, having the howling wind as an only companion.

"Do you think he would ever be able to befriend someone? Have redemption?" because every villain had a friend or person they trusted. Either it was a one-eyed parrot or a fluffy white cat, or a faithful and loyal minion, who they always treated badly, but who was the only one to bear with them in the end.