Stavanger Bay so rested he by the Tumtum tree

Oh, her voice! She sounded so different from any of the wolves Blossom had ever known, fascinating and new in such a way she was immediately trying to roll her tongue to mimic the sounds, but held off.

I’m Blossom! I used to live over there. She pointed to the way of the Willows, a brief arch of a foot.

But I also lived here too when I was a baby. This is Snowdrop! He’s my friend. The shrike tittered a little, leaving her neck to perch on top of her head where he could be more easily seen and admired.