Hazel found her voice. "You can...talk?"
She bent down, scooped him up and held him in the palm of her hand. His fur was warm and soft. "I don't believe it."
The dormouse stood on his hind legs and shook a claw at her. "How dare you pick me up without asking?"
"You can actually talk." Hazel continued to goggle at him. "But how?"
"With my mouth, of course. See how it moves in time with my words? Although, I grant you, before now I could only talk to other animals."