the bowl of food is always full, I have always fresh water in my personal silver bowl but I still prefer to drink the water from the pot where Anna & Ian keep the Christmas tree monstrosity. Hmmmm Tinsel and pompons…. back to the point… I have thought about it and I think I have an addiction- I’m a Treechoholic… I have made a peace with it because I’m still a lovely fella.
I love running in the garden but yesterday MY GARDEN was covered in nasty and wet fluff. I must admit I enjoyed admiring the colour but the texture and temperature was not suitable for me. I chose to stay upstairs and look through the window at the strange magical flakes which covered the ground and made it look like a soft duvet.
The little Bib climbed up the flower stalk and saw a big giant eating cheesy, crunchy and frozen cookie socks. He snatched them from the giant and ran down the green plant stalk. The little Bib went back into his house and ground the cookie socks in to colourful dust. He felt extremely tired but he still decided to climb back up the flower stalk. When he reached the top he sprinkled the dust all over the plant. The flowers changed their colours and became brighter and more vivid. Petals were shiny , soft pink and beaming blue. The funny occurrence scared the giant, who had suffered from indigestion, and as a result of that he sadly exploded. His remains turned into compost and fertilised the surrounding forest. The little Bib lived happily ever after with a beautiful plant by his house.