Speaking To the Forest Creatures

What are you looking for? This voice was cracking. I looked up to see two crows. Which one had spoken? I am searching for mica, I told them. It’s found in granite. Is it sparkly? They looked interested. I nodded, and they hopped around in the water, helping me look. Next I stumbled upon a fawn, hidden in a glade, under a fallen oak. How are you? I asked her. She was trembling too hard to speak. A rabbit who had been guarding her hopped over to say “nothing to see here,” so I moved on. The forest is interesting when you cannot speak the language, but when you can, it opens up new possibilities. An aggressive wolf spoke to me next. “I am going to howl tonight like you have never heard before." I have no idea why he told me that, maybe because I am a rival howler at night?