The Little Garden
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Your 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 bother looking for those, you won't find any alright? But back to your garden, I don't think you might've had the slightest thought that any sort of magical critter could make a home in your garden. Think again.
This is a story inspired by The Borrowers by: Mary Norton
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