Higgens stomped confidently forward out of the house and through a thick grove of trees which had branches that reached up towards the sky like dried skeletal hands. She didn't notice this, or Bratch's dirty dress as the passed through the thick copse. She'd been this way many times before, but always slightly different so it never made a path.   "HEY nibblewart, remembers you what we gotta do when we get town side? You've gotta use a real pretty mouth with speak slipping with those morsels... Not like past wise when you did that haggy cackle when that morsel made funny words.."