Hushed Willows You need to let yourself be happy.

She didn't gawk at him, or appear to think him ridiculous. Instead, Minnow smiled brightly and moved in carefully alongside him, muzzle extended to investigate the delicate little creature as it roamed the wildflowers in search of something. Sundance puffed out his tufted white chest, proud to share his discovery with someone, while remaining naive to the possibility that she could be totally uninterested.

"We should give her a name," he suggested softly, as though his very words might spook the butterfly. "Any ideas?"