“Berries, acorns, seeds, roots,” said Gilin.

    “Do you like green things?” asked Christopher.

    “Some,” said Gilin.

    He glanced at Ruggum, standing beside Alsinam, a hand on the bird’s shoulder. The overseer shook his head, then climbed aboard the ilon. “We’ll find our own,” he said. “Would you like to come?”

    “I’ll stay with Loana,” said Gilin.

    “I’ll bring some back for you,” said the elder. Concerned about how Loana might obtain food, he and Alsinam lifted off and flew into the woods.

    Christopher had an idea. He got up fr...

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