The Whispering Woods of Whimsy

Previously

…Barnaby, his boredom completely forgotten, nodded eagerly. “I promise!” He straightened his walking stick and followed Squeaky as she darted ahead, her bushy tail a blur. The woods seemed to hum with a new energy now, the whispers sounding less like gossip and more like invitations. Barnaby’s heart thumped with anticipation. He had a feeling his adventure had just begun, and it was going to be far more interesting than counting dandelions.