Beyond the Veil of True

Previously

…Bartholomew smiled, a true, wide smile that reached his spectacles. He had ventured beyond the veil, faced the absurd, and told a joke that shook the very foundations of whimsy. He had seen a world where creatures spoke in rhymes and badgers drank tea. And he had done it, all on his own two legs. The bleating of Woolly Hollow suddenly seemed a very distant sound indeed. His adventure had been everything he’d dreamed of, and more. And as the familiar scent of damp wool and clover began to fill his senses, Bartholomew knew, with a certainty as solid as his spectacles, that he was ready to go home, forever changed.