A local community newsletter caught Abigail’s eye, as did the feature article exploring the myth of a hidden time warp that was believed to have been buried under a specific house on a specific street in Windsong centuries ago when the town was first built.
“How did you get in here?” Lilian asked casually, gently placing the glass down on the counter and rustling through the fridge for some milk.
“You let me in,” the fox replied. She pawed the side of the fridge. “I’d really like some milk though, please. It’s hot outside already.”