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Snow White and Rose Red yarn is live to Etsy, currently called The Bear Prince and His Brother
because the less creative I feel, the more obscure I get.
Before a minute had passed, they heard a real roar, like Sable's voice, and then a human shouting. Robin tore off to find the trouble, so Birch followed, taking one of the walking staffs with her.
A man as short as a child hung oddly in a tree, just above where Sable stood, growling and batting out toward him.
“Sable,” cried Robin, “don't do that!”
Birch saw the little old man had a beard as long as her arm, but it was tangled in the branch so he couldn't lift his head. She got up in the tree and said, “Can I help you get loose?”
“Yeah, rescue me, will you? Set a bear loose on a poor man and politely ask if you can help? Heh!”
Birch had already got out her small sewing kit, ready to snip the hairs caught around the branches. His way of speaking offended her, though, so she snip-snip-snipped across the whole great mass. She took a bitter little delight in leaving long mustaches down the sides.
As soon as he was free, the little old man shook the limbs they leaned against with rage.
“Take my whole beard off? You vixen, this is just robbery!”
Birch was tumbling out of the tree, but once she had her feet on the ground walked away as if not noticing.
“You'll pay! Give me compensation for my sixty years of pride made nothing, wench.”
“I saved you from danger,” she answered, “and if you did nothing to our bear-friend why would he attack you?”
“Then I'll curse you,” he said, “and since you deserve, be sure it will hold tight, missy. Still no? Then-”
The boy Birch had never quite seen ran out in front of the two girls and bear, throwing his arms wide as if to hide them.
“Get away from here, wizard,” he said, scratchy voice and tumbled hair making him seem fierce and powerful. “Do you want the bear to come for you? Touch the girls and I'll let him.”
