The morning sun bled into the blackness of night, the land stirring as its warm embrace stretched across the plains.
High in the branches of the horse chestnut tree sparrow sat and watched with great interest as squirrel darted about on the ground below.
Inspired by a true story a good friend once told me…
…He waited for cat to ask why today was not a day for napping. Every day was absolutely a day for napping as far as cat was concerned, and she really was in no mood for dog this morning.
Crow shuffled atop the pole and glanced across at sparrow. He was not a fan of small birds, he found them most tiresome with all of their constant cheeping and chirping.
The rain had been falling all for days, pitter patter against the window panes of the old farm house. Cat stared out at the grey sky and decided that she would most certainly not be going outside.
Mr Toad watched Mrs Frog hop over to him. “How delightful” he thought to himself.