Mrs Burrowfeathers

Mrs. Burrowfeathers felt the faerie’s presence before she did arrive. she must have been studying her from the trees yonder, total of five. she watched her fly just tiptoe level above the tall verdent grasses. she was one of the pointed eared faeries who never needed glasses. dainty sneaky faerie of the spring meadow with wings of sunshine yellow headed straight for the top eared floppy chubby fluffy brown fellow. she had heard of kangaroos, but she thought they would be much bigger. when she told Mrs. Burrowfeathers this, she roared with giggling s. I am truly not a kangaroo, I am a bunny, she told the novice faerie. That made the faerie dance and titter, she was a creature merry. swaying in time on the morning wind, violets joined in on the fun. April was loving this sweet day and the Vitamin D of the sun. the buttercups sprinkled amid the purple clover chuckled a bit too. spreading some much needed sprinkles of water from their morning dew. it was a super fine way to start a day in the meadow, one full of joy! also a great day for Mrs. Burrowfeathers to have her baby boy!