The three friends were allowed past the fort’s main gate by a pair of otter guards and continued down a path toward the base headquarters. Ophir was waiting for them on a bench outside the General’s office when they arrived, munching on almonds and a small bunch of grapes. The little squirrel smiled and nodded at her friends.
“Can you talk yet?” asked Ba…
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