And so it begins…

“A fascinating bit of news came across my desk today”, said the raven to the church mouse.

“That so, kind sir? ” responded the wee creature.

“Oh, indeed! A gal, the type with wobbly knees yet a taste for the exotic, found herself wondering about wandering where she is most scared.  Quite a paradox, I would say!  This land, found in a hole of a tree, oddly enough, held many reasons to fear, yet a multitude of channels for which she can learn and share!”  squaked the black bird.

The little grey mouse looked about for a moment, wiggled his nose then asked, “So…  what happened to her?”

“She found herself hesitating, staring, gazing in to the hollow.  When suddenly: she was sucked right in and transformed into a squirrel!”


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