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The little lamba wears the hat proudly and with the hint given by the lovely cossetling, they ready themselves to continue their journey. However, before they could depart, the voice of another cossetling calls out to them.    “Hey, little lamba! Wait up!” A cossetling clad in a blue dress rushes up to them with a backpack in hand. A warm smile graces the cossetling’s face as she crouches down, holding ...

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...