Crow had received a now-damp postcard — from her second cousin, the watercolorist, who was on a painting expedition on the sunny southern coast — and she took it with her to Rabbit’s.

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When she arrived, Squirrel was there, looking bedraggled but pleased (the ground was finally damp enough for digging, and he’d found all eleven of his nut-stash holes). Raccoon arrived with a batch of warm focaccia, and Old Possum wandered in carrying a slightly-too-small umbrella he’d borrowed from Mouse.

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While they sheltered from the rain, Crow passed around her sunny postcard, and everyone felt warmer just by looking at it.

(Late September 2024)

Story © Jennifer McClain Singleton / Read+Purr

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