"Knock-knock!" yelled Grumph. He couldn't knock on the coyote skin that was covering the entrance, but to enter without invitation would be impolite.
"Come in!" permitted the shaman's voice from inside the tent.
Grumph pushed away the skin and peered inside. "Um, Shaman?.."
Inside it was dim and foggy. The heavy skin kept the mysetrious haze with a peculiaRead more...