River and the Field Of Dreams

As River picked herself up and brushed the petals from her clothes, a gentle rustling caught her attention. She turned to see the peculiar creature approaching her—part fox, part beaver, with large, round eyes that sparkled with curiosity.

“Oh my, you are lost indeed,” it said, its voice smooth and melodic. River blinked in surprise, not just at the talking creature, but at how it seemed to embody the very essence of this magical world. An antenna buzzed from its head, sending out a series of soft, glowing lights into the air. “Help is coming,” it continued, its eyes shimmering with kindness. “Come with me to the big treehouse!”