Rabbit had enjoyed Raccoon’s tea party so thoroughly (as had they all, of course) that she was nearly ready to let everyone in on her secret plan — her long-cherished dream — of opening a tea shop.

Her burrow was filled with leafy stems, herbs, and flowers, hung upside down from the rafters to dry. Bowls of dried fruit and citrus peel, and a few stoppered jars of fragrant oils sat waiting on the table. And she had borrowed a stack of green-witchery books from the cottage, in which she’d found the most delicious ideas for blending and concocting her teas and tisanes.

(August 2022)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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