Zosia and her kitten Felek hear a strange whisper in Granny's garden and follow it to the roots of an old tree.
Zosia loved visiting her grandmother's house. The garden behind it was huge, with rose beds, crooked paths, and trees that seemed to lean in and listen. Wherever Zosia went, her fluffy kitten Felek went too, tumbling through the grass and peeking into the bushes.
One evening, when the sky was turning gold, Zosia and Felek were playing among the roses. Then Felek froze. His ears stood up. He stared at the oldest tree in the garden, a big one with roots like twisted fingers.
Zosia held her breath. There it was again, soft as a breeze but clear as a word. “Come here... find my secret...”
Felek looked up at her with wide, shining eyes. Zosia took one small step closer to the tree. The whisper came from somewhere under the roots, where the earth looked darker than the rest. What could be hiding there? And why was it calling to them?