Pom’s whiskers twitched and his tummy fluttered. He took a hop closer to Humphrey.
“Snuggle closer.” He pulled Pom snugly up against his legs.
Creek.
Thwap.
“Here they come,” said Humphrey.
Doors flew open and out poured the villagers. With songs on their lips and work in their hands, the village was alive with the hustle and bustle of people, cleaning, washing, and scrubbing. Hammers at work and brooms finding the dust and sweeping where dust must go. Three children rushed past them, giggling as they chased each other.
“It’s been a long while since the portals were opened.” Humphrey patted Pom on the head. “I guess the problem has been fixed, then?”
Joy swelled in his chest as he grinned. “I don’t know about that, but with them being open again then it means we get to serve our customers again.” Pom’s ears dropped by his face.
“Oh no,” he said.
“What is it?” Humphrey tilted his head, his lips pressed together.
“I gotta go help Flora. She will need my help.” Pom hopped away, turning quickly to wave to Humphrey.
“Thank you for bringing the wonderful news.” He waved in return.
Pom dashed away across the market, disappearing around the corner.