Who Rustles in the Ivy?

Leira carefully sprinkles warm seeds along the garden wall, as she does each morning. Then a faint rustling stirs inside the stone ivy, and some of the seeds begin to disappear. Leira wants to find out who is hiding in the wall before the last warm seeds are gone.

Leira sprinkles seeds with care Along the garden wall, all bare Her Warm Seed Pouch is plump and bright "Warm seeds, wake and whirl!" she sings with delight.

A faint rustling stirred inside The stone ivy, where seeds can hide A warm seed slid between green leaves Then vanished under ivy eaves.

Leira tipped her Warm Seed Pouch once more Three seeds slipped through the ivy door She traced a trail of little dots Along the wall, past mossy spots.

Deep under ivy, Leira spied A Stone Seed Wheel half hid inside Three held seeds; three empty lay Count six seed-shaped hollows right away!

The Warm Seed Pouch held three, no more Leira knelt beside the garden floor A cold shudder shook the vine Beside her hand, it curled like twine.

From chipped wheel edge, Mosskin **sprang** A tiny stone keeper; his blue coat **sang** He placed one seed in a hollow **gate** "These wake our secret library straight!"

Leira sang, "Warm seeds, wake and whirl!" The wheel began to green-gold swirl From her Warm Seed Pouch, three seeds came free She matched the hollows: "Count to six with me!"

Small Mosskin bowed beside the **stacks** The warm seeds glowed in wall's deep **cracks** Leira sang, "Warm seeds, wake and whirl!" The ivy rustled, "Round you swirl!"