Sleepy Fox Hollow abwarten

gramps? mahler lifted his head in a puzzled manner, then set down his mouthful of greenery with an amused expression thus raised to tierra. he pretended to think in an entish manner at her question, settling to touch his chin with a broad paw.
he harrumphed.
he did so again.
he gazed thoughtfully off toward the forest, committed to the evolution of gramps.
and then, at greatest length: "vell. i vent to tikal, in the canyon, and asked to trade. they have not yet called us. i vould like you to go to tikal and then epoch, and take them a good bundle of our poppies as vell as some good pelts made by our former gamekeeper, mayblossom. remind them ve of paleo are here to trade, and see vhat they vill offer in return. i need mountainside mint and maple sap, a good deal of it. suggest a hunt between us here soon."
his lips were wry.
"do not forget to trade for something you vant also, tierra. take paeon und anselm, they both vished to go. you might ask emmerich as vell. if you are all shrewd, you vill return vith more than you took."
the musiker's lively amethyst eyes twinkled. what did she think of that?