Pat The Badger

Previously

…They carefully took a petal from the blue flower, then made their way back through the woods, the stream’s song fading behind them. As the sun dipped low, they planted the second and third petals in Greg’s garden, next to the first tiny glowing plant. Three points of light began to shimmer in the twilight. That night, Greg looked out his window and saw the garden glowing like a handful of stars. He smiled and whispered to himself, “Tomorrow, the adventure continues.” And somewhere in the deep woods, the old owl watched from her branch, waiting for the moon to rise.