Sun Mote Copse could it have been another blonde.

Weejay was just about to break through the shadow that hung across the den's mouth when she heard a din behind her. Turning around, she saw vengeance in the form of due punishment: Pox had been seized by Finley, and was being groomed within an inch of his life.

There wasn't much Weejay could do. A sparkle of commiseration shown in her eyes, perhaps -- but it was overshadowed by a giggle of mirth at Pox's expense. Thus freed from the tiny tyrant, Weejay turned around and wobbled towards the flowerpatch. She noticed there was a singe of red on one of the goldenrod leaves she had inexpertly planted -- perhaps this was the first sign that Weejay possed a halfling green thumb.