Meanwhile, the ratadillos have grown. They spend their days playing in the paddocks, now and then in the green plastic heat-vent-tubing their mother Lily obtained, thinking it would accustom them to the labyrinthine burrows of the pampas where she'll take them now and then to visit the pink fairy armadillo whanau (extended family).
In the illustration you see Dasychord steering her brother Isgar in the direction of a playmate he has yet to meet. (Isgar is wearing a sock, not because the artist made a hash of his face, oh no, but because it's more fun to experience dark moments of suspense when you're about to meet a new lifelong friend.)
|Introducing the infant hedgehog, Apostrophe.|