Brook
There is a story in every sound.
From Willow Creek
After a night of rain, Brook heard a new note in Willow Creek. The familiar stream sounded different around the bend, so Brook followed it upstream beneath the dripping branches.
One fallen branch had changed the water’s course. Brook stayed to watch the little pools and ripples it made, learning how a small change could travel a long way. Those wide, leaf-like ears have been listening ever since.