Hidden deep, deep within The Enchanted Wood, half a crow’s flight past Who-Knows-Where and a stone’s throw from the Bubbling Brook, lies a mossy fallen log. Sure, there are plenty of mossy logs in a forest, but this one, upon closer inspection, has tiny windows and a tiny wood stove that puffs smoke out of a tiny chimney when the weather gets cold. This cozy cabin is the home of the Twopaws family, a family of cats that stood on only two paws.

    For the fifth night that week, little Edmund woke up with a heart-wrenching shriek, scrambling away from his bed like it was Charybdis about to swallow him whole. After a few brief seconds of near-complete silence, he collapsed into a whimpering, trembling heap on the dirt floor. 

    Meredith blearily came to his aid, staggering from her bed and wrapping the kitten in her body and her quilted blanket. “Hey, Eddie, it’s okay. You know it’s okay.” 

    “Meri?” Edmund whispered, turning his tiny head towards his big sister.