Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

aengus might have been colorblind. that was yet to be identified, because he was sure that he saw orange in the flowers at her paws. either way, she had already plucked one and had jetted back to her stock of other foliage on the ground. aengus turned to follow her movements with a jovial expression on his rotund face. then, he swung his burly form around and plodded after her on heavy feet. his frame seemed to sway with each step that he took.
 
the girl was game for his plan. this sparked a newfound energy inside of him. his tail flagged at his rear as he watched her come to life at the idea of finding each other as flowers. when she turned away, he began to set out on his search for what kind of flower his newfound friend was going to be. his nose was pressed to the earth because he thought he’d like to find something that didn’t smell too bad, since his silver friend smelled just like the flowers she clutched in her mouth.
 
the boy roamed around several large trees before the burning fire of orange caught his eye and he was pulled toward it. somehow, the silly child could not quite get off the orange flower kick. as he tumbled in the direction of the patch of fire poppies, he felt like he had struck gold. they were a gentle orange color that seemed to smile up at him. aengus smiled, proud as punch at the find, but more so because these flowers seemed extra special to him. their petals were shriveled and crinkled in appearance, as though they were intentionally wilted to begin with.
 
the boy was careful to scoop them up at the stalks and yank them from their hold. he turned back to where he had left the girl and began to race toward her. he hoped that she would like his find.