Mole squinted. “We have a saying: ‘A weasel’s sharpness can cut a path or cut herself.’ Tonight, which is it?”
“No,” said Lala. “I’m the same weasel. But I learned that ‘wicked’ is just speed without kindness. And speed without kindness runs in circles—fast, but going nowhere.” lala wicked weasel
As night fell, the animals gathered around a small fire. They divided the apples into tiny slivers. Even Fox shared a piece of dried meat. Lala watched from the edge of the darkness, her stomach aching. Mole squinted
“You’re different,” Bird chirped suspiciously. which is it?” “No
“Or we fight for scraps,” growled Fox.