Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Excerpt from: Nicholas O' Hare and the Growing Season



On a frosty morning, a fire crackled in the fireplace giving the room a golden glow. On the table, bowls of oatmeal and berries and cups of lavender tea waited. One..........

                     then two....

                                            four

                                                        ....then twelve....

                                                                                    then twenty


sleepy little bunnies sat in front of their bowls, eating without a word.


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