[Poggio]

A crestfallen face found its way into the blankets that covered him. For a brief moment, Robin wondered if the mouse was right. He peeked up at the field mouse, strengthening his resolve. No, Baba had told him how to get his prince back and it was not to late. “Thank you Miss field mouse, but no thank you, I will freeze. I know my prince is alive even if he is in the clutches of the snow queen.” The cold ridden bones moved to leave the field mouses humble abode. “I will find him.”