A full moon, a new tune

A hare at twice seven was more than full grown. A leveret, was one name for a hare child no more than a year old, by human reckoning. Age was something altogether different when wound with the blood and bones of a true human being, genes in the beings creates Blended Hares. Hand and Shore were examples of these Blended Hares, so by the time our story began they were seasoned with all the knowing of Wild but only 1/7th the savvy of Human. Buddhists say, "Humans only have something worth saying when they have celebrated 60 years." Ha! and Ho! so the story goes.

The Moon was fattening, and the Sun though brilliant was already softening in his heat. Fall was soon to take her place and it was this Fall Season when the siblings were charged with Feeding the land, this land. By the light of the Equal Moon, or Harvest Moon, their human habits would be tested.

Hillary Storm could not contain her question a moment longer, "Feed the land? Tests? Do we all have a test of our human habits, Dona? Whoops. Sorry." The storyteller paused, pulled her glasses down her nose just enough to look Hillary Storm directly in her mocha brown eyes. When she did this looking into your eyes thing any escape, or attempts at lying shriveled. The impulse to ask yet another question was not the reason for the near stern expression painting itself over the old woman's face. The deep lines of the storyteller's dried walnut face, the essence of walnut , molded into a face of Hillary Storm's worst nightmare. "You are not so young that you could not have waited for the story to feed you." It was really quite an accomplishment on her part to remain interested in her Dona's winding tales. The storyteller, was, in fact her grandmother. And it was the breaking of the spell-of-telling that caused the storyteller's face to crack stern. 

"Have I really blown it? Will you be able to go on?"

"You've not completely blown it. I will go on, but, from this point on you must promise not to interrupt until the last word is told. Can you do that Hillary Storm?" 

How many questions has Hillary Stormed asked? Can she keep her promise to not to interrupt until the last word?

Read here for the answers.