The Whispering Woods of Wonder

Previously

…With that, Barnaby Button, the boy who cried squirrel, marched off towards the edge of the Whispering Woods, his heart thumping a nervous rhythm against his ribs. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do, or how he was going to find a talking squirrel (especially one with spectacles), but he had a mission. And, more importantly, he had a peanut butter sandwich. That, he figured, was half the battle. The other half, he suspected, would involve a lot of rustling and a fair amount of hoping for the best. The Whispering Woods awaited, and Barnaby, armed with his imagination and a sticky, delicious lunch, was ready to face whatever secrets it held.