A Tall Tale

The little lamba settled down besides their newfound friends, tucking into a delicious feast of sweets that the other cosprouts had gathered. While they ate, the little lamba asked about their cossetling friend- had any of the others seen them? The bevaca and bebom shook their heads- they had been out in the meadows all morning, they hadn’t seen them. The kerora and the patoy shook their heads too- they had been sunbathing by the riverside, and while they had ...

The lamba’s little hooves click against the ground with vigor and perhaps a sense, or possibly a need, for adventure. They knew their friend had a mark of mischief within themselves. It really wouldn’t be outside the realm of regularity for them to have just hidden away behind a stump, waiting for the perfect moment to ambush the little lamba. That being said, wouldn’t it have already happened by now? The wind carries no sound, no snickering or hushed whis...

There was once a little Lamba who's name is lost to the time, but that didn't matter to them as they knew their name and their friend knew it too so that's all the people that needed to know. They were enjoying a trip to Town Bronte while their cosset friend was out shopping for a trip they'll both be taking soon. Of course they'll have to meet up with them soon when the little stick on the town clock tower reaches the snail shell and the big stick touches the swan with the staff (Lamba Trans...