I go away for a day's fishing and when I return things are in an uproar. What's it coming to, I wonder, with thieves a-bursting in on poor little old ladies?
Mistress Potts, the tinker's widow, was sitting in the Artisan's hall crying her eyes out. Some villain had forced the lock on her door and rifled through her treasures. Just as well her 'Baby' had woken up. Heh... her name for that pet she keeps always makes me laugh, though I've never been on the argument end of that creature. Found him as a cub, she did, tiny and abandoned. I don't think he's done with growing either.
Master Hayric and Mistress Impatiens were doing their best to comfort the distraught woman. The little Master was patting her hand and even Mistress Imp was running to bring a fresh cup of tea along with some of her special biscuits. My friend Wilbe was there, too, though lately he'd been busy doing carpentry repairs on his house now that the weather's been fair. Mistress Potts shook her head and kept saying it was some lout from Bree who had shouted and cursed when he caught sight of Baby then ran away, smashing more than a few things in his wake.
Well, that's the last fishing trip for a while. I'm going to double my rounds from now on. There have been too many new faces in the village lately. It's time to find out just who they belong to.
