Watching the fireflies in the woods had Rabbit feeling rather effervescent and, as the sparkling party wound down, she meandered home under the not-quite-light of a fingernail-crescent moon.

On the way back to her burrow, she stopped three times to watch bats flitting overhead, twice to listen to katydids in the trees, and once (briefly) when she heard the soft call of a screech owl.

Deciding that perhaps she ought to hurry a bit faster, Rabbit ran the rest of the way home. And soon she was in her own cozy rocking chair, with a steaming mug of chamomile tea.

(Mid-July 2024)

Story © Jennifer McClain Singleton / Read+Purr

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