Sable listens -- she can listen endlessly, especially to stories like these. Curled up with Bod, her eyes are on the teller of tales, and every so often she squeezes her arms around Bod or chirps quietly at a particularly scary bit, enjoying every moment.
"Mr. Atkins, you're such a magnificent storyteller!" she says, beaming at him when his story is done. "You could write books, you know."