User blog:Lathagarr Stormgale/Elm o' the Dale

Prologue
Dalkye Oakbloom sat at her sewing, a young squirrelbabe perched on the armrest of her chair. "Granmum Da'kee, me wanna story!" he sqeaked in his small piping voice. Putting aside her sewing, she took the little one into her lap, "Okay Theemin" thebegan old squirrel, "This story was told to me by my mother when I was but a mite, no bigger than yourself..." ==Chapter One=