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🌺 In a soft, mossy glen by the morning’s first light, Flicka the fairy took off in delight. Her wings were like petals, with glitter and pink, She danced through the forest as quick as a blink. First, she met Owl, his feathers all gray, Grumbling, “Little Flicka, it’s too bright for day! I sleep in the sunlight and fly under the moon, Please say ‘hello’ softly, or come back at noon.” Next came a bunny, with fluff in a rush, “Hello!” Flicka cried, but Bunny said, “Hush! I’ve babies at home, ten wriggling feet! No time for chit-chat—oh, isn’t that sweet!” Then up in the branches, she spotted a bird, Busy with twigs, not a tweet to be heard. “I’m building my nest, it’s a tedious quest, But oh, it’s for eggs, so I’ll do my best!” By the pond, frogs were croaking, a marvelous choir, Each one was a-singing of heartfelt desire. “Find me a sweetheart, with spots and a hop!” Sang one hopeful frog as he made a big plop. As Flicka flew on, she felt happy and wise, With each friend she’d met, a new sparkle in her eyes. But as the sky faded and the stars made a show, She yawned, feeling heavy, from her wings to her toes. In a bed made of petals, she curled up so tight, And dreamed of her friends all through the night. For Flicka the fairy, so curious and kind, Had found magic and wonder in each friend she’d find... 🌺