'Twas early on an Autumn Morning, the first one of the season, that a little girl wandered outdoors to enjoy the breeze. She heard two sweet, tiny birds fluttering overhead.
They were twittering to one another with a look of confusion and bewilderment in their faces.
"Now where could our nest be?" one twittered to the other, "None of these are just like our own."
For you see their nest had become sprinkled with white. Something unusual to the birds, not feathers, not fluff, lined their nest. Tiny pieces of paper had altered its appearance beyond recognition.
Now one would assume that a bird would know, would sense which tree, which nest, which house was his. This time, however, the destination was unknown. Until a kind and gentle hand, a small and delicate one, came to help.
It plucked a tiny piece of white from the birds' nest and allowed the bird to see. It's home was soon to be anew, a home with....
Little Toot will soon make his way from us to you to make his home in yours.
We hope you have a special place for him to make his little nest.
I will email you shortly Sharon to find out your address and discuss which recipe you would like me to handwrite and share with you.
Thankyou to all who visited and commented. I have enjoyed visiting all your blogs and leaving comments for you there.
Have a lovely Autumn! or Spring if you are on the other side of the world, such as dear Juliane - thank you for your narrative inspiration.