Velia was chattering her teeth, & ’twas not just ’cause she was hungry…
Madame Macadamia walked slowly toward her, her roof-tile tail thwapping the ground @ every even step. Macadamia’s paw held out a white cedar branch. Her tie loomed ‘bove Velia like a noose.
“This is from Worcestershire Woods, ¿correct?”
Velia gulped. “I-I’ve ne’er seen it before.”
“Right. & you know nothing ’bout it, ¿right? You were just found in our neck ’cause you were taking a li’l stroll, ¿true?”
Velia took a deep breath, but said nothing.
But then she shuddered when she saw Macadamia pull out a li’l pocket knife.
“Perhaps this’ll rejog your memory…”