Guba remains on Lisi's shoulder, preferring a higher perch than those warglets during the climb.
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Gu-ba is not a chew toy!
"Hello, Da-ri-o. Even dead and dying trees have a good purpose. Sometimes something nests in them. Here, there are lots of termites. Anyhow, Ya-sa-mi-na found sticks on the ground. Li-si, you don't need to burn anyo-anything. We can try making a fire first." Guba turns back to Catalina and hangs its head a little. "Thank you, Cat-a-li-na. Gu-ba doesn't always have good judgment, when it comes to tree things, either." Guba swings its little eyes at Lisitsei, with a rather hangdog expression.
"Oh, please, Jo-ran, do not, do not tear down a tree," pipes up a small voice near Lisi. Guba comes out behind his cloak. Where there had been an expressionless blank, the leaf leshy now has two shiny black eyes and a small pouting mouth. "The trees are my friends, Cat-a-li-na," says Guba very solemnly. |