At the roots of a leafy bush, you find a nest. A little brown and white
sparrow peeps out of it. "Woz I be," she cries," What do you wish of
me?"Dot shows Woz the picture of Dash. "Have you seen him?" "He might have come by here, maybe yes. He might have gone South, but that's only a guess." Woz says, pecking at the ground in front of her with her sharp little beak. "I may have seen him, maybe so, he may have headed North, you know," says Woz, cocking her head to look at you with one bright beady eye. You look at Woz and wonder which advice to take. After a minute of thinking hard, you take Dot by the hand and head: |