Hillside Whimbles, Wendell and Jacob, arrived at the Woodland cottage after Manning left on his quest. The brothers brought their newest harvest creation, wee hand sewn treasure-filled pouches for each dinner guest. Sophie was ever so enchanted.

Brill, the Hillside…

Manning the Woodland Whimble trotted along the Oak Forest Path. It was a crisp, cold, clear morning. He sported a velvet vest that his heartmate, Sophie, had tailored for him to wear when his feathers alone were not enough to keep him warm. 

The wind quickened. Remaining leaves pinwheeled…

A splendid sight was framed in the kitchen window. Moon and stars lighted snowflakes dancing merrily in the air. A white blanket of snow covered the garden.…

"Asking yourself a question again, Annie B?" queried Gillian the Tiny Field Mouse, closing the kitchen door behind him. "Why you know the answer. Of course…

Annabelle walked into her kitchen. "How fresh and fine my favorite room is," she declared, humming softly. "And, I especially love the pattern Gillian created for the wallpaper in my eating nook. My favorite - bubbles."

Soon the kettle was boiling…