“Brrrrrr!” Lemon shrilled as he clutched the reigns close and shook his head!
“It's getting chilly", Lynn agreed. Lemon carefully tacked up a poster to an old oak and the two stood back, admiring their work. Throughout the woods, they had hung up nearly a dozen posters. Eleven to be exact, because one got caught up in the wind and blew past the river bank.
They were hoping to hear back from anyone looking for a missing creature and the whole crew at the Workshop would do their very best to bring the lost one home.
Within hours, word had spread that a little mouse was missing. He was described as having:
"Red fur, a green hat, a purple scarf, and missing a tooth".
Flick “had a feeling from the tip of his nose to the end of his bushy tail” that the mouse might be field, beyond the woods. To get the field, they would need to cross the road.
Lynn looked back at Lemon and instantly they knew what each other was thinking.
To get the field, they’d risk being hurt by the monsters. If they took too long crossing the long stretch of road to the field, they could be hit by the shiny, gigantic, mechanical animals that fly by at lightning speed.
Lemon was already shaking in his saddle.
Maybe it was too dangerous. Perhaps they should just stick to searching in the Woods and not risk going into the field.
A small voice piped up.
All heads turned towards Whisper, who was peeking out from the pack on Iris' side.
Iris said not a word, but closed her good eye and nodded. Even though Iris is new to the Workshop, the others could not question her strength and swiftness. After packing a few supplies, Whisper and Iris were prepared to go.
"Please be careful!" Lynn sang as the two made their way past the workshop and the woods. Flick waved his wand and hollered"Do be careful!" and Lemon shivered once more in his seat.
Hours passed and the day wore thin. Iris and whisper had not yet returned. Lemon, Lynn, and Flick kept watch and gathered firewood to pass the time. Flick considered adding his broken wand to the heap of sticks, but it felt like an old friend to him and he decided against it.
As they worked, Lemon hummed nervously, trying to fend off bad thoughts of those monsters and whether or not their friends were safe.
"Have you ever wondered why Iris always keeps one eye closed?" Flick huffed as he waddled towards the pile with a heavy twig. Lynn opened her mouth to answer but before she could say anything, she was interrupted by Lemon "SHHH....."
Lemon sat up tall on the saddle and his ears perked up again when he heard a high pitched squeal! Sure enough, Iris and Whisper were slowly making their way to the workshop, pulling something behind them.
Whisper called out: “We found the missing mouse and two more!” They’d never heard Whisper sound so excited. She was practically bouncing out of the pouch on Iris' side.
Flick helped to remove the leather strap from Iris's shoulders. She stretched her back and sat down in the soft moss.
Lynn gazed down into the bundle that iris had pulled home.
Not one, but three Mice were curled up inside! The three of them were huddled together, two grey and one red.
The little grey one on the left had on a green hat and the one on the right was wrapped up in a purple scarf.
The little red one in the middle had not a scrap of clothing, but looked cozy and warm between the other two. He must have shared his clothing with his friends. He smiled shyly and it was true, he was missing a tooth!
"Hello, I'm Lynn", she said softly. "We're happy to have you here".
That night, three rested in a nest of wool and were lulled to sleep by the hooting of an owl. Before going to sleep, Iris brought Whisper over to say goodnight to the three. Maybe they would dream of all the places they would see tomorrow.