Pat The Badger

Previously

…“And I’ll gather every glowing mushroom I can find,” Squeaky said. “They might help.” “I’ll stand watch,” Thumper said. “I have good ears. I’ll hear if the shadow moves.” Greg nodded. “Thank you, friends. Together, we’ll keep the light alive.” The Keeper laughed one last time and faded, but the shadow on the ground thickened, crawling toward the garden’s edge. As the first star appeared in the sky, the full moon rose above the trees. Its pale light fell on the garden, and the red flower underground pulsed in answer. A faint whisper floated on the wind: “I am coming… hold on.” Greg looked at his friends, then at the darkening woods. The final battle was about to begin.