I would love to illustrate this as a book.
On the very edge of a beach forest, a tree baby hovered in her peapod, waiting to be born. Of course, the baby’s fairy knew this was no ordinary peapod she was sent to keep warm. This tree baby was a princess.
Elektrina was so excited to play midwife for the royal cocoon entrusted to her. Who would have thought she would be called for…to care for a princess? She smiled as she remembered how she had been sitting on the warm hearth and babysitting the fire when she felt the familiar itch on her left wing. This meant that the message the dew sprites had left on it three hours earlier was probably about dry enough to read.
Funny how dew messages dried. She knew something was probably up with this one, because everyday-ordinary texts dried as fast as sand under the hot Philippine sun. But this one had…
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