They reached the other side. Wren layed down in the grass.
The white hen wobbled over to the water and drank greedily, letting it run down her throat. She sighed.
Ash found a worm under a leaf, and gave it to her.
She peered at it. "What is THAT?" She said skeptically.
“A worm. Try it.”
"Hrrrrm." she said. She swallowed it. It WAS tasty...
"I don't really know." He said.
“Saffron is an herb. A good to eat leaf. You need a name too.”
"Hrrm." Said the white hen. "I don't even know your names. How am I supposed to pick one out for myself?"
I’m called ash, and he is stone. We are usually named after things in nature. Outside. Or color. Stone is gray, like a stone.
