Sleepy Fox Hollow Wächter

mahler had been winterizing the poppyfields; that is, covering them with piles of dried summergrass. in this way, the ground might not freeze half so deeply when the temperatures truly did plummet.
"hallo, emmerich," the gargoyle called, stepping carefully over his work with broad paws. "vhere are you headed today?" it was tempting to slip into german, but they were already so insulated. he did not want his children to be bereft of common, especially when it was most widely spoken in the world.
he paused, sprinkling another cover over a patch of green.