The wind blew across the long, twisted grass, filling the air with a sweet, harmonious ringing. Dotted throughout the field were tall purple thistles, bending and wilting in the strong gusts. Over all of this noise, it wasn’t a wonder you could barely hear her. The gentle shuffle of her padded feet against the grassy bed was scarcely audible against the backdrop of nature’s melodies. Her body was, no doubt, even more difficult to spot, the pale skin and grass-green fur impossible to separate from the surrounding shrubbery. Using her prehensile tail, she could easily weave her way through the tangled undergrowth. With the delicious