Rabbit was ready.

Using her recent shipments of plain black and green teas; piles of dried flowers, fruits, and herbs; and her oils and spices and citrus peels, she had blended several new-favorite flavors of tea, plus a few herb-and-flower tisanes. Each one was now stored in a giant glass jar on the wooden tabletop in what had been the front room of her burrow, but which would — very soon — be her tiny tea shop.

(January 2022)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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