Lars the Fox kissed his wife and left the shack. Pulling tighter straps of his backpack, he smiled at this summer day. Walking past the Cat's home he wistled. Parting the beaded strings, head of mrs Murrrmitah appeared. She smiled and waved.
- Give me a moment to leave breakfast for my Buzzan, then we are off. Um... where are we going today, again?
- I thought we should visit the ridge, that's where I left off yesterday...
Murrmitah nodded and again disappeared behind the strings. She showed up before Lars had time to roam too far. She found him next to cart wagon of mr. Through
- Greetings mr. Moussey - she meowed.
Light cart were pulled by two fluffy bee-beast bulls and grayfurred mouselike Through struggled to keep his giant bees balanced and steady.
- Bless your heart - he squeaked.
- Don't worry, master Thro', we will be on the ridge if you need us - said Lars.
Murrmitah was already hurrying up the path that was taking her to the northern slopes. She didn't like bee-beasts, but she was too proud to admit that she is actually afraid of them. "That fur... is somehow... ungodly... ewww", she thought for herself.
- Then, see you round - Fox yelled back at mr Moussey and rushed to catch up with his friend.
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