Chapter two.

Moosty had been on his way home and visit his mother when he had turned in at Mab´s place so now he took a narrow path through the wood over to his mother´s little house behind the small inn called The Little Red Hen their family owned.
When he arrived there was still light and music coming from the inn. But since there was also light in his mother´s kitchen window he went through her back garden and knocked softly on her kitchen door
"Who is that?" his mother asked from within. But that irritating lump came back and Moosty only managed to croak "Me!" Although he knew the world is full to the brim of "mes" and it wasn´t very much information to give his mother.
But apparently it was enough because she said in a very happy tone of voice "Baby!" And before Moosty could finish the thought that he was a grown-up troll, not a baby he was in her arms.
And then he - well, I know, grown-up trolls are not suppose to do what he did - especially males - the poor wee things ... But he was a very sad troll! So I think he may be excused
After a while - some hugs and kisses and a lot of that damn good coffee of his mother´s Moosty managed to dry his eyes, blow his nose and try to explain
"I´m sorry, Mumsy - the whole thing went to He ... Yes, I know. No swearing in your house ... But it wasn´t good ... You know I wrote to you about the ... wonderful Felicia - the star in the flying trapeze - whom I - ehrm - thought I loved to distraction. Well, she ... decided she would rather be with duke Ferdinand of Ombrero ... He´s rich and - and seventy seven! For! Crying! Out! ... what was that sound? Out in the yard - like something - perhaps the garbage can - went down
So Moosty went out to have a look. With his mother right behind him armed with a frying pan.
At first they couldn´t see anything. But then their eyes got use to the dark and Moosty suddenly exclaimed "It´s a just a little pussycat!" And went over behind the garbage cans in the corner of the yard and picked a shaking bundle of fur up
"Hi, whose little pussypuss are you, darling" Moosty cooed to the animal trying to calm it down. "There, there. We won´t harm you. Will we, mum .. sy ... Could you lower that frying pan a little, please? It´s only a little - erm - not so little, I think - but it is still only a little pussycat
Moosty´s mother smiled lovingly at her sweet son and lowered her weapon. Then she said - pointing at the now purring animal´s paws - "No, baby darling, it´s a pussilainious. But a handsome example with a gorgeous red fur although a bit worse for wear at the moment
Moosty look rather surprised at the telltale paws - looking like small hands cowered with short soft fur and with only three fingers and a thumb on each. Pussilainiousses had become rare after the occupation - some times they were even hunted for their thick, longhaired furs.
Then the pussilainious said with a very small voice. "I´m so very sorry, Ma´am - Sir ... that I knock your garbage can over. I was trying to get up on the roof to look around - find out where I am ... And perhaps also be safe for a little while from stone throwing boys and barking dogs ... But I fumbled and ... I am very sorry
"There, there, little one. You´re safe here, sweetie" the kind hearted Moosty said and petted the pussilainious some more. Which made her purr even louder. Pussilainiousses might not like to hear so but they do behave awful much like cats at times - almost all the time -o*
Moosty´s equally kind hearted, but perhaps more practical mother said in a friendly tone "Don´t mention it, pet. That can was empty - perhaps that was why it tipped ... Anyway - let´s go inside. My name is Tessa and this is my son Moosty ... You can catch your breath in our kitchen tonight if you like and then tomorrow - in daylight - we can tell you where you are and perhaps how you get to where you want to be
"I would like that very much" the pussilainious said and with an effort tore her big amber eyes away from Moosty´s face. "I very urgently have to go to the Wizard´s Guild and speak with the chair man ... But their offices are of course closed this time of night ... Oh, - eh - by the way - my name is Lula. Howdoyoudo, Ma´am. Si-sir. And I would love to stay in your house, if I may"
So they all went inside. And when Lula looked very hungry at the food Tessa had placed on the table for Moosty he hurried up and gave her some of it. Which made her praise the cook - Tessa, that is - highly and thereby please both mother and son
Later Tessa pretended not to notice that when they all went to bed a fast piece of fur slipped in and up on Moosty´s bed. So what, if she had to get cat hair - eh - pussilainius´s hair off the bed sheets tomorrow. Her sad son could use the comfort of a purring friend in his bed tonight.