"Oh, no," squeaked Anya, "I don't want to have to sleep in a barn again! I'm sorry mister Squirrel, but I have to find a nice place to rest. We can play together later, if you want."

Anya tugged on her Papa's chain mail and looked up at him seriously.

"We need to start quick or we won't have a nice place to sleep," she reminded her papa who had just reminded her to remind him. She was a good reminder.