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The hunt was on! A dastardly so and so (or something) was out there terrorizing Burrowgatory, destroying gardens, ripping up hazeblooms and generally just being a terrible nuisance. It wouldn’t stand! Especially if that meant Afina’s own garden was in danger. As soon as she’d finished talking to Hops, she’d scampered home, zooming over to the little community garden where her blueberry bushes were growing....

“I understand,” Afina commiserated solemnly with the imp as it rolled onto its back and stuck its legs in the air, refusing to perform the trick she’d been tasked with teaching it. She reached out and tickled its belly. The legs wriggled. “You don’t have to.” When she peeked a glance at him, Hutch was watching from nearby, probably judging her efforts, though his expression was a simple one of soft amuseme...

In theory, Afina loved the rain. Especially when she was curled up in bed, enjoying the embrace of warm pillows and blankets, belly full, drifting in and out of sleep. When it rained, the world felt fuzzy. It pitter pattered against the window but she was protected inside, untouchable by the cold or the wet. What was better than that? And being particularly lazy, it was very rare for her to be anywhere else but home w...

Seeds were oh so very small. Or perhaps he was just quite big, especially in his doll form, kneeling in the dirt, his new pajama pants (why had he decided to wear them again?) already stained. Sitting in the palm of his open hand, sat the little seeds. Hazeblooms, Hops had called them.  He hadn’t been listening very closely, though had certainly been trying. But he’d m...