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Drake Mallard sighed and struggled with the support pole of the large tent. This had to be the longest two days he'd ever spent in the woods. Every time he tried to get a little alone time with Morgana outside the tent, SOMETHING interrupted, of course the fact that there were eighteen children and seven adults all in this group meant that there would be someone around pretty much all the time; but Geez!

Between the Muddlefoots and the two troop leaders from Duckburg, one of whom was Fenton Crackshell; the other Gyro Gearloose, not to mention Launchpad, there should have been enough adults around to give him a few minutes to be with his lady but fickle fate seemed to have other plans.

At least everyone seemed to be getting along and having a good time, although the campfire stories last night HAD been kind of dicey. The kids had all wanted 'scary' stories to spook each other with, and Morgana had been a little offended by the 'MONSTERS' that had populated the children's efforts.

At least Archie had been a great help there since he had been a HUGE hit with all of the children when he'd leaped randomly onto Launchpad, Drake and Fenton and caused all three of the adults to leap around and shriek like little school girls as he tickled them unmercifully dancing around inside their scout leader vests and popping up on LP's aviator's hat and generally forcing the fellows into making fools of themselves.

Morgana had tried to stay upset but she had been thoroughly sidetracked by these antics and had enlisted the help of Binkie Muddlefoot to finally restore order and everyone had stuffed themselves with smores and other campfire snacks before taking turns with the telescopes to learn about astronomy and the observations had lasted until bedtime. Morgana came inside the wobbling tent and her pensive expression eased as she watched her beloved trying to fix the tent pole again, it seemed that these 'tents' just weren't that well designed, not for the vigorous treatment they were getting from so many active and eager children anyway.

Morgana waited until she was fairly sure he was stable before moving closer. She put one hand on his shoulder and placing her other hand gently on the tent pole she sent a little of her energy into it. Eek had become fascinated with the energy flows in the woods and watched intently as the pole flexed slightly before succumbing to Morgana's wish for it to stay upright.

Drake twitched at her touch spun around and turned beet red when he realized that she had come inside and seen him struggling with the tent support. Her expression stopped him though and concerned he gestured to the sleeping bags that were rolled up beside them.

Hesitantly Drake started, "Morg baby is something wrong?"

Smiling at his instant reaction of concern she sat gracefully on the stack of rolled sleeping bags and patted the space beside her, "Not really Dark darling. I know those children don't mean any harm and by showing them at this age that Monster kind aren't always bad I can help them see that being different can be a good thing."

Drake sat carefully beside her and took her hand as she continued, "I was just a little hurt last night, after all the Boogie Man is a friend of my father's; he collects fear energy and transmutes it into mage power to help supply the Monster realm with more than just ambient energy. It is part of our resource conservation plan that was started in my great, great grandma's day to help channel negative behavior and it is just a shock to hear those sorts of distorted rumors from such nice children."

Drake wasn't really sure how to answer her at first but he swallowed and began carefully, "Heh, heh, well Morgana, I guess that it's just that he collects children's fear and so the children have to be afraid of him so…he makes the perfect person to raise a few goose bumps; especially out here in the woods where things make noises and the wind blows, after all, we Normals can't defend ourselves nearly so well when we can't see."

He caressed Squeek gently as he finished, "Part of my crime fighting persona is based on creating fear so I can appreciate how important that is, even if I never knew before yesterday that there is a real Boogie man, I'm not sure LP will be able to stand it though if Gosalyn doesn't stop jumping on him and laughing herself silly whenever we walk by."

He sighed and admitted, "I actually was hoping we could take a stroll today and maybe spend some time alone…."

Morgana smiled as she leaned gently towards him, Drake was doing so much better now accepting her Monster heritage; when he said things like that it just made her heart sing and his shy sensitive side just made her want to cuddle him close. Sternly controlling herself she was careful not to react too much even though his gentle caress was wonderful.

He still tended to freeze up if she was too forceful and she didn't want to discourage him so she said, "I'd love to go for a walk with you Drake. Maybe we could go into that lovely cave a little earlier than the children…just to make sure it's safe for them to explore, what do you think?"

She smiled and winked as Squeek purred and jumped onto Drake's scouting vest. He blushed and then said decisively, "That's a great idea Morg, lets go."

As they left the tent Drake slung his guitar over his shoulder and picked up a roll of string and a flashlight. After sticking some chalk in his pocket Drake offered "LP, can you keep an eye on the kids for a while without me? I am going to check out the caves with Morgana, it's a good idea to scout around before we trust any of the Jr. Woodchucks in there; don't you think so?"

Launchpad grinned knowingly but agreed, "Sure thing DW, Gos and Honker are with Huey, Dewy, Louie and Webbigail; they are collecting deadfall for firewood for tonight's campfire. Gyro and Fenton are busy with Tank and some of the others and I am just about to take these four fine young Woodchucks with me to help Mrs. Muddlefoot set up lunch."

All four boys flinched behind his back but put on brave faces as he turned around to face them and added sternly, "After all, SOMEONE ran through camp after morning inspection and knocked down most of the tents and I'd hate for anyone to think this is acceptable behavior."

Drake hid a smile as he sent a quiet thought of thanks that Gosalyn had been completely innocent of that particular incident. She and Honker had in fact been on dishwashing detail with the triplets and Webbigail. Even though she had complained bitterly about the unfairness of being forced to do housework when they weren't staying in a house; she had swiftly quieted in the face of the aftermath of the chaos that had engulfed the campground as the tents had collapsed.

It had taken only a short time to figure out which children were tearing the campground to pieces, the four boys claimed that they were trying to catch some sort of animal, but no one had seen any sign of anything out of the ordinary. In deference to the thought that they 'might' have seen something; the adults had agreed to assign camp chores to the boys as punishment and to set the campground back to rights without involving any of their parents.

Just as a precaution though all of the adults were teaching the children basic animal safety and testing their first aid skills in groups which were what Gyro and Fenton were doing. Since this tent was the last one needing attention though, it also made for an excellent opportunity for Drake to seize the moment and sneak away for a little quality time with Morgana while so many of the children were safely occupied. Even better from Drake's perspective was the fact that Gos was busy with her friends and so would be unable to offer any 'help' to her dear old Dad.

Grinning in a mischievous way he took Morgana by the hand and together they started towards the caves in the upper northern part of the campground. Little did they realize they were in fact being keenly observed by several interested parties.

Grimm was a mages familiar spirit and he had been around for a long time, but even he had to admit that the kittens he was escorting around the prime material plane were lot faster than he expected and the addition of their littermate who was shaped like a tiny fox was just as much trouble though for different reasons.

Once again he tried to get the kits to focus as he spoke to them, 'Now then girls, I expect you to at least TRY, and little fox, you are going to HAVE to keep up better or go back to Sekhmet. I don't want to risk losing any of you, she'd pull out my tail by the roots and make a rug out of my skin if anything bad were to happen to you.'

Gently Grim sat the silvery fox kit next to the two pure black kittens and sighed as all three promptly began to wander in three separate directions again. He sighed fondly as he added, 'And that doesn't even cover what I'd do to myself if anything untoward were to befall you.'

He licked the foxy male's ears gently and kept a careful eye on the others. Just then one of his daughters glanced back at him and her sweet whisper touched his mind faintly,' We will be good sire, truly…but none of them has any real fire or zest. They have youth, but so do we.'

His other kit opened her mouth showing off needle sharp gleaming white teeth and added, 'these Mage born and Monster kin children are all so BORING. Even the ones who are thinking up mischief are being predictable! Can't we go fishing for a water sprite or catch some of the fairies just for fun? They don't mind when we practice and we can't hurt them.'

The tiny fox suddenly asked,' Wait, please…can't we see something new? Mother lets us hunt and practice scrying and when I was looking in the Oracle's reflecting pool I saw SO many things…can't you take us to explore one?'

Both kittens bounced with sheer excitement and chimed in as they wound their way around his paws, 'Oh YES! Please can't we go see something NEW in person? We will stay right by you….'

In actuality this was just the sort of curiosity and exploratory attitude Grimm had been hoping for, and even though he made a great show of debating for a moment while all three kits wheedled and made increasingly outlandish promises for their good behavior and obedience he was secretly VERY pleased.

This was a good chance to show the kits some different people AND check up on Morgana and Drake. Focusing his will and tucking all three of the tiny spirit's carefully under his belly Grim opened a portal under them and they all plummeted straight down before leveling off within the astral plane.

All three kits shrieked with delight, this was one of their favorite things to do whenever one of their sire's agreed to take them on an outing; and Grimm was the MOST fun when he took them through the different planes; he always made sure to include lots of ups and downs and rounds to make the trip memorable. It was his tutelage that had enabled all seven of the litter to pass their travel tests. Even though they could travel now, still being unpartnered and under their mother's care meant that they seldom got to do so on their own so none of them even suspected that their father was engaged in a little surreptitious matchmaking on more than one level.

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Gosalyn wandered the woods near the campground looking for deadwood to bring back for tonight's campfire, but this was prime camping season and the area near the camp was picked pretty clean. The group of six ducklings honestly hadn't intended to go so far as the caves, but a cache of fallen logs was a tempting sight.

What tempted Gosalyn even more was seeing her dad and Morgana headed into the caves. Struck by a sudden hunch since her Dad had his guitar slung over one shoulder, Gos was certain that any punishment she got would be worth making sure her dad got this proposing thing right. Another week or so of his nerves was bound to drive her straight to Mrs. Muddlefoot's manners lessons just for the mind numbing qualities they induced.

Shuddering at the thought of yet another session filled with musty old rules that didn't actually mean anything Gosalyn made sure to lead the group directly toward the cave. Since all the ducklings had seen the fallen trees too no one objected until guitar music wafted over to them from the cave entrance.

Honker was immediately suspicious and stuttered, "maybe we should go back to the campground Gosalyn…your dad has NO sense of humor when he gets mad."

Huey, Dewy, Louie and Webbigail all gathered around and chorused," What does Mr. Mallard have to do with anything Honker? What is that Music? I think we are going to get into trouble. Naw, where's your sense of adventure fellows? We should go back…."

Gosalyn promptly gave her bundles of sticks to Webbigail and said, "I am just going to take a quick peek, you guys take these sticks back for the campfire and I'll be right along I promise. I just want to check up on Dad."

Honker sighed as he straightened his glasses and handed his bundle of sticks to Dewy and Louie. He said resolutely, "She doesn't have anything to mark her trail with and sound carries funny in caves, I have some string and a flashlight and chalk in my backpack I'll make sure she doesn't get lost and we'll be right back. As soon as she's done anyway, it's impossible to stop Gosalyn once she makes up her mind."

Huey and the others started to follow Honker but he swiftly pointed out that all six of them were certain to make noise and get caught and that Webbigail was sure to raise a fuss if they tried to go without her, and besides there was no reason for all six of them to have to do chores. This last reason decided the triplets who agreed reluctantly to wait back at camp for the story, and their friend's deserts since they were likely to be sent to bed without any desert when or if they were caught.

Just as Honker disappeared into the cave mouth after Gosalyn, Grimm teleported himself and the threesome of kits outside the entrance of the caves; after making sure that their camouflaging spells were holding and that they remembered to stay intangible he offered mysteriously, "come along now and we'll have a look inside this cave. Now I know you have seen images of caves, but all of them are unique and have their own odors and textures. Besides there are some soul kin nearby and I want to say hello…."

All three of the kits were already sniffing and looking about with interest as their other senses picked up Archie, Eek, Squeek, and the ducks. They knew immediately that these were the ones their mother and the oracles had been discussing before. The scent of pain and injury was multilayered and complex and something about the group they were sensing called out to them in a way none of the kits had anticipated. They had never expected to be pulled towards this group but the sheer energy and complexity of the dynamics within them were fascinating, even more so since only one of them was Mage born.

Delighted at this uncharacteristic show of interest by his daughters and careful to keep an eye on the foxy boy Grimm led them towards the group in question, since they were intangible they moved swiftly through the rocks and soon came upon Honker Muddlefoot who was carefully marking his back trail and calling quietly out to Gosalyn.

She in turn rushed back towards Honker and hissed, "Honker…shhhh…sound carries and Dad is sure to hear us if you keep being so noisy,"

Honker was very pleased that his plan to get Gosalyn to join him had worked so he whispered in a placating manner, "Sorry Gosalyn, but I need to mark our back trail so we can get back out before Mr. Mallard sees us."

Gosalyn had already abandoned the slightly smaller duckling again and was peering around a stalagmite into the next room. She held her breath as she saw that Morgana Macabre was seated on a small flat rock bathed in the late afternoon sunlight from a hole in the roof of the room.

The natural stone in the cave sent faint sparkles into the atmosphere as the light reflected off of crystal formations around the room but those paled in comparison to the excitement in the lady's lovely deep green eyes. She was looking demurely down at Drake as Eek and Archie perched in her hair and Squeek purred on her lap. Seated on the floor leaning next to her legs was Drake Mallard, he was strumming his guitar and humming quietly as he gazed up at Morgana.

He continued to strum and then began to sing to her, "You are my light in the darkness, my angel and my desire. You are my every hope, and set my soul on fire."

He blushed since he didn't think his lyrics were all that good and launched into a complex musical bridge to cover his embarrassment.

For her part, Morgana was very impressed with her Drake's musical talent, she had never heard him play an instrument before but she could tell he was skilled. She felt her cheeks flush as he called her an angel and spoke of his needing and desiring her.

She could feel his sincerity as the ring around her neck pulsed gently but since she was seated in the shaft of sunlight, it didn't show to Drake.

She trembled as she stroked Squeek and he sent soothingly, 'Morgana, don't be afraid of your feelings….'

Archie hummedand very carefully moved down her back to the flat rock Morgana was seated on and crawled up Drake's sleeve. Knowing how ticklish Drake was, Archie was careful to stay on his shirt so he wouldn't mess up the musical tribute, but very cautiously he readied himself for a minor bit of transportation magic as he looked Drake's vest over.

It wasn't his usual outfit since he was acting as Launchpad's assistant troop leader, instead of his green sweater, his outer garment was a badge-vest for the Jr. Woodchucks but fortunately it DID have pockets. Eek distracted Morgana by sending a surge of energy through her that coincided with Drake's leaning against her legs so that the energy coursed gently through both ducks.

Archie seized the opportunity and carefully moved the tiny ring box Grimm had tucked into the car from its hiding place in Drake's backpack to a pocket of the vest. For his part, Drake was alternating between dazed and nervous as he gazed at Morgana.

He'd decided that showing her something new about himself would 'hopefully' show her that he wanted to be closer even though he didn't have a ring yet and he had decided to admit just how much she meant to him which was why he'd serenaded her in the cave…but now that the moment was here, he was so nervous he almost couldn't talk.

Eek added as he readied a small spell of his own, 'Beloved…if you want to tell Drake about your feelings now would be a good time. And if you show him the way, it might give him the courage he needs to open his heart to you.'

Squeek purred and snuggled under her hands as he felt her nervousness skyrocket, 'Morgana, dearest; please don't cripple yourself by denying your needs any longer.'

Eek had by this time summoned the ring Grim and Mintaka had made for Drake and made sure to put it in Morgana's lap under Squeek who waited eagerly for the right moment to provide it to Morgana. Drake had finished playing and realized that he was feeling some strange tingles and that some of his nerves were actually not his. This surprised him so much he sat the guitar down and took one of Morgana's hands in his.

Gosalyn meanwhile was fairly dancing in place with impatience as she peeked out at her dad and Morgana. Grimm watched calmly as his daughters crept cautiously over to sniff at the anxiously trembling red haired duckling.

Fortunately, the both remembered to remain insubstantial as they sneezed and curled around each other while they took in her energy signature. Honker meanwhile was waiting worriedly back near the tunnel leading toward the entrance to the caves.

Grimm's ears twitched in surprise as he saw the tiny male fox crouched beside the boy. Honker's backpack was partially open and the spirit kin was nosing around inside the largest compartment. Honker's reference books and papers were shifting inside the container as the little one gazed intently up from his explorations to stare at Honker's face.

For his part, Honker noticed his possessions were shifting, but he put that down to the fact that he had leaned his backpack against the wall since he had no clue that the familiars were in the cave as well. In order to be ready to beat a hasty retreat he readied himself and slung his backpack over his shoulders.

Cautiously he moved over to Gosalyn and tugged on her shirt, but she was holding her breath and staring attentively into the other cavern and Honker's actions startled her. Even then, her athletic ability and recent training stood her in good stead and she kept both her balance and her silence.

Destiny however had other plans; this meant that Grimm wasn't fast enough to help any of the children when the threesome of unpartnered familiars lost their concentration. Temporarily losing control over their camouflage spells all three became substantial enough to interfere with Gosalyn's feet.

They DID stay mostly invisible to a Normals sight, but the black kittens were distracted by the delicious goulash of emotions and POWER being stirred up in the other room. The females were energetic and inescapable as they involved the male in their contortions. He cried out in shock as Honker stumbled into Gosalyn causing them both to fall into the cavern.

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Huey, Dewy, Louie and Webbigail were rearranging the rocks lining the fire pit when they saw Gosalyn and Honker coming back towards the camp ground being followed by Mr. Mallard and Morgana. Being experienced pranksters, the triplets could tell that Gosalyn and Honker had gotten themselves caught; but for some reason none of the approaching ducks seemed to care. As they got closer Honker waved and Gosalyn actually hugged Webbigail which surprised all of the ducklings since Gos wasn't really the huggy type.

Launchpad sighed, it looked as though DW's usual luck had kicked in and he'd been interrupted again. A slight frown came onto his face as he saw that it looked as though Gosalyn and Honker were responsible! That DID surprise him since he thought Gos was all for her father asking Morgana to become engaged. He felt a little disappointment in the duckling as it occurred to him that maybe she was a little less enthused than she let her dad see; but the she rushed up to him and beamed brighter than the sun.

Squeezing him in a crushing hug she said happily, "Hi Launchpad!"

Launchpad staggered a little under the unexpected onslaught and looked over her head at Honker who was grinning shyly and talking with the triplets and little Webby clearly telling them about what had gone on. He glanced over to Drake and saw that the anxious pinched look that he'd been sporting lately had been replaced with a dazed goofy grin. Drake was wearing one of Morgana's bats…LP saw it was Squeek since Eek; the other bat fluttered up from Morgana's hair to settle lightly onto Honker before settling into Gosalyn's hair landing securely between her pig tails and purring happily.

Mrs. Muddlefoot's radar must have gone off just then since she came rushing over to the group from her station by the picnic table. She was setting up a buffet style lunch so all the campers could serve themselves. Binkie went directly to Morgana and twittered giggling, "Morgana dear, did you and Drake have a good time at the cave?"

In answer Morgana offered Binkie her left hand which now sported a distinctive ring shaped like an angel and holding a respectably sized diamond. Binkie's excited squeal in response drove wildlife away from the campground in a mad rush that cleared the underbrush for half a mile in every direction and also penetrated Herb's snack and TV induced stupor.

He of course had set up a semi mobile duplicate of his living room so he could watch baseball and the stock car races. Being the number one Quackerware salesman in the country, Herb had taken a couple of vacation days so he could stay for the whole camp out, but that didn't mean he wanted to miss the Fourth of July race or the St. Canard Cardinals since they were playing the Blue Jays in a seven game series that would finish on Thursday night. Hearing his wife's shriek though, Herb stirred and came over to the group as Launchpad shook Drake's hand.

Launchpad asked, "Why were you so worried? You said you didn't have a ring yet, so where did that one come from? It looks like the one you said you saw in Zimmerman's."

Herb promptly chimed in, "Congratulations there spud. Zimmerman's huh? That's a really nice place; I got my Binkums her pearls there just before you moved next door when I became the top salesman in the country for first time. Of course I've kept the top spot since then, this makes the third year in a row."

Herb pumped Drake's hand and slapped his shoulder offering, "You know Drake, you were really making progress in learning the Quackerware business. It's a good living and you can raise a family well in sales. Whenever you want to give it another go, you just say the word and I'll take you under my wing. We'll make a junior associate out of you in no time."

Drake forced himself to NOT grit his teeth and winced at the pain from his shoulder as he staggered under Herb's enthusiasm and managed, "Thanks Herb, I appreciate you're being willing to give me another chance, but until Morgana and I work out the wedding details, I'll need to stay close to home to look after Gos. Besides, my manuscript will sell soon."

Herb exchanged a look with Launchpad and said, "Sure thing Drakester. Launchpad, how's about we set up the grills and get some coconut burgers started to feed all these kids while my Binkums is distracted?"

Launchpad was staring at the ring he had noticed on Drake's hand. He answered absently, "Sure thing Herb, Fenton and Gyro should be back with the other groups in about an hour so we should have just enough time to get lunch underway. I'll be right there."

Herb grinned again and went to set up the grilling stations by the fire pit while Drake answered Launchpad quietly, "I know this sounds weird LP, but that IS the ring I saw. It was in one of the pockets of this vest. I know what you're thinking LP because I did too, but Morgana didn't bring it or this one."

He gestured self consciously to his own new ring and admitted, "She says Eek, Squeek and Archie arranged for them and that they were made for us."

He blushed slightly and added as Squeek rubbed against the underside of his bill and chirred quietly, "I'm going to pin them down about this later."

He regained his slightly bemused look as Morgana stepped away from Binkie to smile at Launchpad and caressed his wrist. Gosalyn smiled happily at her dad and shyly accepted a hug from Morgana as Binkie Muddlefoot hugged Drake.

Binkie gushed, "Drake dear I am SO happy for you and Morgana. You know I've often said how much little Gosalyn needs a Mother around, she needs a more feminine roll model; NOT that you aren't trying your best of course…but."

Binkie blushed having for once realized that she might have been a little pushy as Morgana frowned slightly. Morgana knew how hard Drake worked at being Gosalyn's Dad and as far as she was concerned, Gosalyn was just fine.

Fortunately though LP saw the look on Morgana's face and nudged Drake who was struggling to find something to say that wouldn't be mean to the usually oblivious housewife.

Hoping to divert Morgana until he could explain about the Muddlefoots and their blind spots, Drake cleared his throat and smiled at Mrs. Muddlefoot, "Thanks Binkie, we are happy too. Gosalyn and I are both really lucky Morgana is going to be taking care of us."

He grinned at Launchpad and added, "Morgana is really special LP. She's decided to take in the whole family, she says we need to eat healthier and until you find someone special to look after you; she knows we come as a set just like her familiars."

At this Launchpad had yipped as Archie jumped to his flight cap and Gosalyn had crowed with delight while Morgana relaxed visibly at this vote of confidence from her darling Drake. He didn't usually defend her so readily to other Normals, and ordinarily Morgana put Mrs. Muddlefoot's strange comments down to the fact that her upbringing was so very different from what the Normals were used to. But NO ONE was going to say anything negative about her Honey Wompus OR their little girl, not where she could hear anyway.

Smiling sweetly at Binkie, who looked a little confused Morgana said with more than a hint of irritation at the implied criticism of Gosalyn, "I think Drake has done a wonderful job with Gosalyn Mrs. Muddlefoot, and I am honored that Gosalyn is so willing to let me into their lives."

Stepping bravely into the social breach of etiquette, Launchpad asked, " I know this is kind of sudden since you have just become official, but do you have any ideas about a wedding date Morgana?"

Drake blushed and stuttered but before he could say anything Binkie put in, "My goodness Launchpad dear, wedding's take months of planning and organizing."

She turned earnestly and offered, "Morgana dear, I'd just LOVE to help you with the arrangements. It will be NO trouble really."

Drake hid a smile as he saw Morgana brace herself against the onslaught of chatter that inundated her from the suddenly exuberant housewife. Binkie meanwhile was in her element with all her confusion and uncertainty forgotten as she gushed to the startled Morgana.

Leading her towards the RV, Binkie continued. " We'll need to talk about the food, and the décor and then of course after the ceremony and the reception will be the honeymoon."

She giggled as Morgana blushed, " Now don't you worry about Gosalyn and Launchpad, I'm sure we can look after them for you while you and Drake have a little together time. Oh I can't wait to meet the rest of your family Morgana, your cousins are so very European and exotic."

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Later as everyone was settling down for the night, Gosalyn was regaling Webbigail with the story of how she and Honker had been caught spying on her dad and Ms. Macabre. In spite of Gosalyn's enthusiasm as she explained the really weird things that had gone on; Webbigail was a little less than convinced about how much was true since her friend's version of events seemed more like something her Unca Scrooge would say happened in one of his long ago adventures than something that someone as ordinary as Mr. Mallard would have happen to him.

Still it would be impolite to SAY anything like that to Gosalyn, and Grammy would be very unhappy if she were rude to the duckling from St. Canard. Especially since Gosalyn had made a real effort to make sure she got to do things with the boys and had been very friendly so far.

Keeping this in mind Webbigail said sleepily, "Well Gosalyn, if you say that little animals tripped you and Honker and then disappeared, and if you say you heard one of them make noises…then that seems like it COULD have happened. But animals don't talk, not like we do, how could baby kitties SAY words anyway? Maybe you heard Meowing or purring? Ms. Macabre's little bats purr. I heard that one that was riding on you do it at lunch."

Webbigail gave a delicate shudder in spite of herself as she admitted, "I like Ms. Macabre and I know that she's going to be your Mommy soon, but I am sure glad her bats didn't try and ride on me. I am kind of creeped out by things with claws…and that HUGE spider…."

Gosalyn was much too excited to sleep but she recognized the futility in trying to explain any more so she said, " Archie is TOTALLY cool, he and Eek and Squeek are really important to Morgana and I LOVE when they ride on me. It's okay that you don't like regular spiders and bats, but we have to be careful of Morgana's friends, okay?"

Webby nodded as Gosalyn said something more about making sure Mrs. Muddlefoot didn't accidentally 'clean' them or try and convince Morgana to leave them in the woods and soon fell asleep.

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