Pudlius ir mama ir Deividas ir miškų tinide

Previously

…Mama nodded, a proud twinkle in her eye. “You see, Pudlius? Your sharp eyes and quick mind have solved it. The forest rewards those who observe and think.” As if in response to our answer, a low rumble echoed from within the tangled roots. It wasn’t a threatening sound, more like a deep, contented sigh. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the thickest roots began to shift and part, creating a narrow, winding passage. It was just wide enough for us to squeeze through, one by one. Deividas hesitated for a moment, his cautious nature resurfacing. “It’s… quite dark in there,” he whispered, glancing at the shadowy opening. “We’ll be right