Chapter Fourteen
Jabir tenderly stroked his fingers over the large grass and hardened mud home of his Tickle Bugs. There were hundreds of the small, furry creatures sleeping peacefully inside.
His gaze swept over the garden. It was unlike any garden he had ever seen before. At first, he had been afraid to be there alone. Phoenix had stayed with him for a while before she went to the other side of the huge room. Every once in a while he would catch a glimpse of her when she flew up toward the ceiling. He didn’t know what she was doing, but he had to admit, he was glad he had the singing plants instead of the chomping, stomping furniture and boxes on the other side of the long room.
“Jabir,” Zohar said breathlessly.
“Eek!” Jabir squeaked, turning and holding out the large egg shaped nest
