“Or we fight for scraps,” growled Fox.
Then little Mole, whom Lala once tripped for fun, trundled past with a thimble of water. He stopped. “You look terrible,” he said bluntly. lala wicked weasel
In the heart of the Whispering Woods, there lived a weasel named Lala. She had the silkiest coat and the brightest eyes, but her heart was a knot of thorns. The other animals called her “wicked” for good reason. “Or we fight for scraps,” growled Fox
“We must share what little we have,” said Badger, holding out three shriveled apples. “Or we fight for scraps
One autumn, a famine crept through the forest. The nut stores ran low. Berries shriveled. The stream shrank to a trickle. The animals gathered in the clearing, frightened and hungry.
“You’re different,” Bird chirped suspiciously.