On his evening walk, Old Possum noticed that the crabapple trees near the entrance to the woods were — quite suddenly — gloriously full of pink-and-white blossoms. And he noted, with surprise, that a bench had mysteriously appeared under the blossom-laden trees.

Just then, Crow landed beside Possum. She squawked, hopped onto the wooden seat, and looked at her friend. She couldn’t recall having seen the bench before, either.

They spent several minutes discussing the mysterious addition, wondering why the humans had put it there, and finally agreed that it was a lovely spot, really, to sit and admire the crabapple trees.

(Late March 2024)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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