Marigold had no experience of survival in the wild. Though she was brought up in a warren the philosophy they had was more akin to that of livestock. She'd had a few narrow squeaks and struggled to sleep in a tree hollow.

The next morning she awoke to an astonishing sight. Everywhere she wandered was now right underneath her, her body having carved out a new valley in her sleep. As she lifted herself, watching with intrigue as her paws left deep pits, she found herself staring down at some humans engaged in some unusual behaviour on top of, what she could only describe as a very high hill.