The sun warmed the leaves and the squirming creatures beneath the soil. And the day was green, truely a shade of green. Just as a breeze crawled through the leaves of tall sequoias, a girl with red hair stepped into the woods. "Jenkins??" she calledin a whisper. "Where are you, Jenkins??" For just one moment, the trees were silent, the animals quieted by the sound of the brown eyed girl's voice, gentle as it was. The forest came to life once more. And a tiny voice responded. "Mendora??" the sound was just audible beneath the voice of the woods and all its inhabitants. Just behind a nearby rosemerry shrub, a little creature stepped into view. His eyes, most bulbous, held hue of faded green. And his voice was aged. He was, after all, a kobold of wisdom. "Jenkins!! Where've you been?? I thought you'd run off on me, gone back...." she sounded naive, at this response. And the tiny little thing scurried toward her, the long, white hairs atop his head flowing behind him. The old, wise sound of his voice boomed tightly through the walls of the trees that walled them in every direction. "Mendora, now dear.... you know I haven't gone. I'm standing right here before you. Am I not??" his green shoes scraped the grass, peering up at Mendora; he was but 6 inches tall. "Jenkins," Mendora whispered, bending slightly so that Jenkins could hear. "Have you got it, Jenkins?? Where is it??