Coyote's overalls were two sizes too big, but if you roll up the sleeves and pant legs a few times they fit just fine. Jellyfly had handfuls of soup crackers, which she was currently stuffing in her old ripped backpack. The grownups at behind the counter had kept asking her questions.
"Where are your parents" "Do you live in an orphanage?" "How old are you?"
Ugh. Coyote was presently hunched over, knees bent, gazing with awe at the termites infested in the wood around the garden bed sitting next to them. The two siblings spent most of their time in the woods, playing and fighting off pretend villains and monsters. They discovered the mysterious garden someone had planted deep in the scattering of trees last week. It was their new favorite spot.
Out in the woods, adults couldn't ask them questions about who they were and out in the woods she could pretend she knew the answers to them. I am the captain of the Queen's royal armada, fighting off the treacherous Coyote Clan of the Southern Isles. She jumped off a moss covered stump, slashing the air as she fell. "Lower your weapons and let me board your ship!" she cried to her brother.
He simply looked at her a howled.
"Coyote," she sighed, "you have to at least try to be a pirate." But before he could respond, a loud clanking noises sounded around the forrest. It was almost beautiful, the sparkling notes that resounded from metal against metal. From the ivy covered undergrowth, a strange, a teenage girl emerged, wheeling a large birdcage behind her.
"I see you've found my garden," she wheezed. The bird made a squeaking noise, more similar to a mouth than anything else. It also had enormous big and gold wings, which looked so fluffy Jelly could feel her hands clenching with want to touch them.
"Is that a read bird?" Coyote asked skeptically.
"It sure is, little sir. Now where are your parents? Do you live close by? I'd like to interest them in my arrangement of animals."
"Our parents are dead, and you only have one weird bird." Coyote says matter of factly, smacking his lips together and bending back over to watch the termites.
"Ah, then where do you live, and with whom?" She responded, her British accent contrasting strangely with Jelly and Coyote's American twang.
"We live alone. We're not telling you where we live so you don't take us away." Jelly said, voice sounding more mature than anyone her age.
"Well then, would like to see where I keep all my other animals?"
