Mimsy McFluff was a bird who believed her feathers were stitched from autumn leaves and morning laughter. She decorated herself daily with sprigs of berries and blossoms, certain they made her thoughts bloom brighter. Butterflies often perched upon her, as if she were part garden, part dream. And wherever she tiptoed, the air shimmered with the quiet promise of wonder.
Mimsy McFluff was a bird who believed her feathers were stitched from autumn leaves and morning laughter. She decorated herself daily with sprigs of berries and blossoms, certain they made her thoughts bloom brighter. Butterflies often perched upon her, as if she were part garden, part dream. And wherever she tiptoed, the air shimmered with the quiet promise of wonder.