She had taught herself how to knit, and for the mare’s scarf – it was green – she had given herself the best grade possible. And …”That’s silly!’ Micha giggled. ‘Well, who is the cliff...

Abel was brushing the snow off his parka while Micha was dancing around him, still balancing the plate of cookies, singing, ‘We’re staying, we’re staying, we’re staying overnight! We’re drying! We’re drying! We’re drying on...