“Three seconds last week — something deep came out of Basso's kettle-roar, and the whole troop froze. Hush's lullaby lessons are working; Rook's pretend-deafness is working; the roar is getting rounder. 'The roar,' Hush says, 'is just a lullaby sung outward.' The forest remembers when Rook's own voice was young. It remembers what it became. Basso practices louder. The thunder is coming. Everyone can hear it coming except, apparently, Basso.”
The kettle will become thunder.



