Search for Yola

So there I was, the proud owner of a burrow in Bramblebury. It was just as cozy as my temporary home in Pinewarrens and with an equally stunning view of the Homestead. The people who live in Bramblebury are, no exception, most kind and friendly. And they all have known my mother Yola, ofcourse. They tell me stories about her and tell me how much I look like her. It always makes me feel both good and sad when they say that.

Finding my Uncle Peppy was the best that happened to me after hearing that Pa and Ma were not my real parents. The worst thing was, finding out that my real mother, Yola Plumblossom, was no longer alive. Just as bad was, that I could not find a single trace of my real father.