Beauty in your eye “I would know if I had something in my eye, Magpie,” said Hare. “I didn’t mean that sort of something,” said Magpie, “I mean the kind of thing you have in your eye because you’re the only one who sees it.” “The only time theres a thing that only I can… Continue reading

It seemed like an ordinary day in the forest. The breeze stirred the leaves around. The river flowed. The plants grew. But then Hare heard a knock on his door. It was an ordinary knock; just a quick rat-a-tat. But something about it gave Hare a bad feeling. On his way to open it he… Continue reading