The Whispering Woods of Whimsy

Previously

…“Thank you, Flicker,” Barnaby said, holding the hat carefully. “And thank you, Squeaky. I couldn’t have done it without you.” Squeaky beamed. “It was the best riddle ever!” she chirped. “Now, let’s get this hat back to Grumble before he starts composing a symphony of grumbles!” As they turned to head back the way they came, Barnaby couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. The boredom was long gone, replaced by the thrill of adventure and the warmth of friendship. The Whispering Woods were indeed full of silly magic, and he was beginning to think he rather liked it. He just hoped Grumble wouldn’t be too cross when they finally returned his sparkly hat.