Wapun Meadow consonants

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a tall shadow looms over the choir of tiny voices, and yet there are only 2 things that ever seem to silence butterflies: birds and rain.

birdsong and the pitter-patter of raindrops both held their own beauty, even to the somewhat thoughtless butterflies who only repeated what they heard. some would pick up rhythms that mimicked the very thing that they feared, for it was their nature to do so without a thought for the repercussions or consequences. but perhaps the only punishment was to no longer be afraid of things then.

the shadow comes to ask of something, perhaps toppled by the beauty that seemingly teems around her. and while many of the others are too busy with their own tunes and lullabies, Pancakes takes heed to what she is told. a song for a story seemed like a fair enough trade, and so the clementine of a bug comes to take her flight above the shadow, gliding and flickering to see just who it was that asked for her tunes.

for all that Pancakes could hear, this soul didn't sound sad. so it was only fitting that the little tangerine would find a way to sing something happy, perhaps she would then get a happy story in return!

and so Pancakes starts off, fluttering near the ears of the sooty woman so that she may be heard individually rather than lost in the mix.

"happiness, hit her like a train on the track."
(oh bother, that sounded a bit dark, didn't it? but it gets better!)

"coming towards her, struck still–– no turning back!"
(wow, maybe this wasn't the best song...)

"she hid around corners, and she hid around beds! she killed it with kisses! and from it she fled! the dog days are over, the dog days are done!" a joyous laugh at such a notion. butterflies often knew of what they sang to a certain degree, but that wasn't a promise that what they repeated was in the correct order!