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She’d evidently said the magic word. Meerkat chuckled under her breath, wondering which one it had been. “Adventures,” perhaps? Or maybe it was simply the promise of story time that turned Orca into the prim, well-behaved daughter Meerkat knew she could be.

While her older brother had the little one’s attention, Meerkat sidled closer to the snoring Towhee. With gentle patting motions—she didn’t want to wake her mother—she smoothed the cowlick. She then lowered herself beside Towhee with a little sigh of contentment, focus turning to Fig and his tales.

I’m wrapping this with Stevie’s blessing.