[Poggio]

Robin lay among the brown leaves that had fallen. He recalled his escape from the witch, and something seemed to interfere with his mind. He inhaled the winter air tasting the faint remains of chicken. It made him think fondly of... The prince! The squeaks near him grew louder and a fur covered hand reached out pulling Robin until he sat up right. The fuzzy face informed him he would freeze to death if he did not move and pulled him to his feet. Robin dumbly protested against the field mouse. He did not want to be another creatures breakfast. The mouse merely chuckled at his protest and continued to idly chatter away. He was ceremoniously dumped on a couch. "Who are you?" He finally found himself asking.