Where he lives
Baby Roo picked a patch of moss and decided that was home, boots and all. He sits cross-legged in the sunlight most afternoons, watching leaves fall like it's the best show in the forest.
Field journal · a creature found in the moss
$BABYROO
A tiny wild thing with hair full of static and eyes full of wonder, sitting still for once.
Come sit on the moss
Baby Roo picked a patch of moss and decided that was home, boots and all. He sits cross-legged in the sunlight most afternoons, watching leaves fall like it's the best show in the forest.
Those big purple eyes notice everything, especially if you forgot to smile today. They have also seen your snack, and would like some.
People say hello to him the way you'd greet a very small, very serious neighbour. Quietly. He saves the warmest patch of moss for whoever shows up last.
Hi. Yes, you. Come sit on the moss.