“Sophie Squirrel, I sure cannot wait to see Peter Penguin. I gathered the sharpest cheddar-hued carrots from the campestral circle and used them to bake a batch of his favourite cookie.”

“Becky Bunny, oh, I am sure he will love them. But, did you remember to top them with that special icing, the one within which pieces of orangeado are mixed to give the perfect flavour profile of rabbit roots a la fruity-sugary?”

“I sure did, my acorny comrade. I know he loves that saccharine-citrus taste so. And, I hope he accepts the treats as an apology for the apologia about why I could not let him build his igloo in the lea.”

“Oh, yes, my floppy-eared friend. I do remember how he wanted a place to preserve the frazil on his tail after a day of fishing. How he crackles his feathers like bubble wrap brings me so much glee.”

*knock-a-knock-a-jiggle-jaggle-a-creeeak*

“G’day, forest furries! I am back and ready for a snack! Oh, my! Oh, wow! A tub filled with freezy cubes? Thermostat turned to lowest degree? And, a plate stacked with soft-baked delights? What a splendid homecoming! Even though we to and fro different places, I adore that what we share as the same is how we care for each other—a solid trio of bestest buddies three!” ; )