There is my friendship with Lop-Ear, for instance.

Also, there is the enmity of Red-Eye, and the love of the Swift One.

Taking it all in all, a fairly coherent and interesting story I am sure you will agree.
I do not remember much of my mother.

Possibly the earliest recollection I have of her--and certainly the sharpest--is the following: It seemed I was lying on the ground.

I was somewhat older than during the nest days, but still helpless.