one morning, Toad was venturing along his normal path through the woods when he heard the sound of quiet, stiff sobs somewhere in the distance. concerned, he decided to follow the sound. in a clearing in the woods he stumbled across the source: a small, brown field mouse stood among a patch of dried leaves, his shoulders quivering and his delicate face blotched with tears.
Thank you for this story. It made my day. :)
gah, so glad to hear that! 🥰 thank you 🙏
wow you're good. this is short and sweet in the most perfect way. your descriptions are just so good.
thank you!! 🙏💕