badgers spy the baby muskrats

Badgers were planning a picnic extraordinaire! Red Jell-O mold towered high in the spring air. Shall I put a cherry on top? Asked persnickety Claire. Why not? Said another. Baby muskrats are here. Where is your mama? Asked Mrs. Badger then. The babies giggled and rolled and hung down a chin. I hope she is safe, Mrs. Badger told her husband man. If not, we have three more orphans to join our little band.