CHAPTER 8: Echoes of Silence

THE MAGNIFICENT PIGLETS OF PIGLETSVILLE

Just as sure as a Squigglesprout seed breaks forth from the cold, entombing earth and, with each passing day, begins to unfold its petals before the radiance of the morning sun, so Willie had found his sure roots in the convivial friendship of the Bourbies. He wasn’t adrift; he was precisely where he was meant to be—a sturdy foundation from which he could unfurl his wings. Yet, as thoughts of his cherished friends weighed heavily upon him, questions lingered about their fate, wrapped in the silent embrace of an unspoken Whisper: “You were there. As was I. And as I am now here. And will forever be.”