"My paintings!" I yelled, as I saw them strewn about the wet grass. "Oh no! Now what will I do!" As I kneeled down and started to cry, I picked each piece up with care. However, there was a distant rustling in the branches ahead and I raised my head in alert. I jumped back a little when the noise made itself known. It was a rabbit. "Oh no! I am truly sorry about all this." He said in exhaustion. "I know what this must look like, I'm–" The rabbit said before a loud sneeze. "Pardon," he continued. "I'm Hänsel, and I was only trying to collect your pictures." He said, but I did not reply right away. After he settled down though, I smiled and said. "Collect? From where?", "From whom..." he replied. "What do you mean? They were by my window weren't they?" I said. "I know not of what "wind-oh" you speak of, but I found them by the great oak tree in the near clearing. I thought they were very beautiful, so I brought them here..." he said, before sneezing once more. I must have left them by the tree then, serves me right that they be stolen. I shan't forget again. "I am flattered that you think them beautiful, so you may borrow them, but one day you must remember me and return them." I said. "Oh I couldn't do that! You must keep them!" He replied, but I continued. "I insist! Who else would think more fondly of them besides myself!" I said. "Very well, I won't forget this kindness when it is needed most. You are truly a treasure, to be so selfless." He said with a smile. And with that he pranced his way back through the sharp branches of the rose bush.
A treasure? I thought. He was simply too kind...
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The Little Garden
FantasyYour garden houses more than plants, trees, or bugs, your garden is the haven for things you can't see. Ever heard of faeries? Well the first place you'd probably should check for them is your garden. But those of course don't exist, don't even both...
