Rose leaned against the tree, staring out into the dark. The two boys were asleep. She turned her head, listening to the sounds of the Forbidden Forest. What now, she thought. "I suppose we could wait until daylight," she mumbled. But then what about the wild animals? Didn't her father mention large spiders in the Forest? She rubbed her hands over her arms, cringing at the thought. She wasn't afraid of spiders; she continued to tell herself over and over again.
Her head jerked up. What was that sound? Scurrying? Like spiders? Giant spiders? No, no. There were no more giant spiders in the Forest. Her mother told her that, and her mother was the smartest witch she knew. Well, the smartest witch after Uncle George. It was probably a bunny rabbit. A fluffy, tan bunny rabbit. Those scurry.