Pudlius ir mama ir Deividas ir miškų tinide

Previously

…“Yes, Mama,” I said, my voice firm with a resolve I hadn’t known I possessed. “I am ready.” Mama smiled, a genuine, bright smile that reached her eyes. “Then gather your courage, my dear. And your keenest eyes. For the Whispering Woods are about to share some of their oldest stories with us.” She gently nudged the shiny object towards me. “And this, I believe, is where our adventure truly begins.” The air in our cozy burrow seemed to crackle with unspoken possibilities, and the soft glow of the object on the stone table felt like a promise.