Femble was busy in the kitchens. She was cooking, baking, roasting and mixing food for the nameday feast.
It was to be called
The Summer of the Singing Sparrow because this summer had more sparrows living up in the attic than anybeast could imagine, and many of them sung beautifully. The Dibbuns had pestered the badger mother for a nameday feast, and finally she had accepted, setting the Dibbuns off with rousing cheers.
Somebeast tapped Femble on the shoulder. She jumped and turned around. A couple of mouse Dibbuns were behind her. One on the other
s shoulders.Will we get cannied chesknuts?
asked the Dibbun on top of the other. Femble smiled weakly.Of c c course y y you w w will` she stuttered. The Dibbuns scampered off, cheering.
A few hours later Femble and her helpers carried the feast to a big picnic table on the orchard. Other beasts came swarming in to eat at the sound of the bell.