To Flutter Through Adventures

There were many cater­pil­lars in that tree, and each of them had its own leaf. Some of them were eat­ing, bit­ing and scrunch­ing pieces of leaves un­til they had to move to an­other one. Oth­ers rolled their leaf as if it was time for a good nap to be taken after a well-de­served meal. It seemed that noth­ing could have dis­turbed them from that job, ex­cept a… Read on …

Oh, My Ginger!

To get to this vil­lage she had to pass through the North Forest. She was not afraid; she took her father’s dag­ger, had some pois­on­ous plant ex­tracts in li­quid form (that is, if she was at­tacked, she could just throw some­thing on that person’s skin to cause burns or rashes) and car­ried her vi­per-poison oint­ment in case she got hurt. Read on …