Phantom Hollow Beyond the wild wood comes the wild world

The water lapped favorably at the rodent’s feet. Ratty did enjoy the cool feel of the river, never more than he did during the last peak hours of summer.

The caw of a bird sounded from overhead. Rat’s whiskers twitched with a smile before he directed his dark beady gaze to the trees above and found that he was not alone. There was a handsome crow, or raven- Ratty had never been much for telling the dark birds apart.

Fine afternoon, isn’t it? Rat called cheerfully, waving a paw to the feathered admirer.