Hushed Willows And the mome raths outgrabe.

Blossom giggled, stuffing her nose beneath every branch and bush in an attempt to find the bunny.

Hhhheeeeeere bunny bunny! She crooned to the underbrush, but nothing came to her very inviting call. The girl wound up pouting into the deep dark beneath the bush. She wasn’t going to hurt the bunny, she projected those vibes as hard as she could! Blossom couldn’t even hunt without crying!

The woman spoke to her and Blossom pulled her head out from under the bush, leaves tangled in her fur.

’m Blossom! Blossom Mayfair! My momma’s claiming this area, but you’re welcome to stay! She flashed her biggest, friendliest smile.