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A LITTLE STORY OF BELONGING

The Whispering Path

Morning in the Whispering Woods. A mossy path curling beside a bright, murmuring stream. Howey with a rolled blanket, Zenny hovering with a honey pot, Misty in the middle of the group, glancing at a line of paw prints heading off along the stream path. Fuzzby zooming in from above, waving a leaf.
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The Picnic Rocks are the best rocks in Crystal Cove. Warm on top. Shady underneath. Room for a bun each.

You get there through the Whispering Woods. Aida had gone ahead at first light with the buns, the long way. Misty had seen her go.

Howey carried the blanket. Zenny carried the honey. Misty walked in the middle, noticing things.

"Hang on," said Fuzzby. "I know a shortcut."

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