Celyn jumped through the conifers, happy to be alive. Her work was done for the day, and now it was time to play.
"Hey, that rhymes!" she squealed inwardly to herself. If half a Coedwig's life was work, the other half was definitely play. She was chasing her friends Melyn and Dilwyn across the treetops. If she caught them, then they owed her a Mousey Crumbly.
A Mousey Crumbly was a Coedwig dish made of mice and various herbs topped with pine nuts to give it a crunchy texture. It was flash-roasted with magic, which made it a delicacy Coedwigs rarely prepared. It also just so happened to be Celyn's very favorite food.
Her mouth watered at the mere thought, and the promise of Mousey Crumbly propelled her towards the pair faster than either could have anticipated. She flew through the trees, the branches vanishing into a green blur under her paws. She launched herself in a final thrust, as the world around her seemed to slow.
As she plowed into Melyn, she heard herself cry out, "MOUSEY CRU