Monday, July 12, 2010

Lorris' letters.

There is a camp with magical creatures, that of the leprecaun, fish who know their names and Rosie, the spotted dragon.
Not far off from the camp island, a log cabin resides in the woods. The nature lady cares for the house, feeding it blue, silver and magenta flowers, framing scatt and reading stories with pictures. It is her friend Lorris, the barred owl, who crashes into the window of the cabin each evening from nocturnal vertigo. She is the post service, picking up the camper's letters for delivery. She usually does not return until dawn.
How gracious the kids were to have left a few letters too.



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