Notes

Long ago, before Sylver the weasel was born, the humans left Welkin. Now life for a weasel - under the heavy paw of the vicious stoat rulers - is pretty miserable (unless you happen to be a weasel who LIKES living in a hovel and toiling all hours for the benefit of the stoats). It's certainly not enough for Sylver. Or for his small band of outlaws, both jacks and jills. But slingshots and darts can only do so much.

Size: 11 up





Shelved at: KIL SEN
upper age: 99