The wildflowers loved their little cosy corner in the forest, they had everything they needed but they all wanted to be able to walk, run or even fly as the animals of the forest did, so they too could explore what lay beyond. Alas being flowers they could not, but their wishes were granted in the form of Mr Fox. He would come every day and with his stories and pictures open up the outer-bounds of their world to them. The tales he would tell were magnificent and the colours of the stories were woven in such riches colours, it would feel like the flowers themselves were there, right along side their beloved Mr Fox.
Written by Ruth McCarthy