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She kept a close eye on her grandson as he trundled through the trees. Towhee had lost count of how many times she’d had to swallow her warning and let Skipjack bump into something. She could only think of Fennec’s fiercely independent streak and let him learn the hard way. It seemed to be working, anyway, as his collisions became less frequent.

She wasn’t looking right at him when he discovered the hollow tree and began wriggling inside it, though she glanced that way just in time to see his red tail disappear inside. Towhee raised her brows, then ventured closer. She’d never really noticed the hole—more of a slit, honestly—in this particular trunk. She ducked her head down to peek inside.

Wow, you’ve found yourself a sweet little hideout, Skip. Kids only too. There’s no way any of us grownups would fit inside here.