Moonspear ^______^

Someone approached, their footfalls shushing softly through the summer grass and clover. Treepie didn’t look up immediately, though as soon as they did, they smiled in welcome.

Hi! they chirped in reply, tail swishing through that same sward.

They were fully prepared to field his questions when a wild Tiki appeared, clinging fiercely to Pie. They gave a little peep of surprise, then quickly slung their arm over the littler pup’s shoulder. Luckily, she’d latched onto their good side!

Holding out their other paw to the man, they said, I got stung by a bee! See? It left its butt needle in me! and laughed cheerily at their entirely incidental poetry before adding, Can you get it, Mr…?