Cricket Creek Bog noms away

Thanks, I really appreciate that, Toad said, smiling at the girl once more and giving a small nod. It was certainly a generous thing for Whimsy to trust a person she had just met so easily. She wondered if the bouncy critter might find trouble with this positive attitude and distaste for pack life. She was so friendly, it hardly seemed fit for her to not want to be around others all the time. The whole thing seemed odd to the chocolate wolf.

What's a crystal cave? She knew that crystals were supposed to be sparkly or some such, but she had never seen anything like that, save for perhaps a bit of quartz. Could a cave actually be made of them?