On the way to creating topical ornaments for the Christmas Tree, a family was made instead. There is nothing to be done, but to welcome them, perhaps recalling the time long ago when there was no room; no welcome.
Taffenous recognizes that this particular family, though sharing a common Ancestor, might have descended from quite a different branch of her Family Tree.
Rollie is a little apprehensive, not entirely sure of where he’ll fit in.
But hospitable Taffenous is there is offer assurance and comfort to all.
Mad for the Farthing Crowd 