Rog smiled as she moved around her den, she had created a beautiful wall, well business is business she thought. Tonight she would start on creating her next masterpiece. She wondered why the humans were such fools, why they left such beautiful things behind.
Tonight she had decided to stay close to the waters edge, for the river was her retreat. The last resort should the humans be so drunk that they tried to hug her. She smiled recalling the moments when they tried, their eyes round with shock. As if they had never realized that Water Wombles wore hats.
I am rather strapped for time as present, self inflicted and mostly due to a new project. [More details in time]. However I will read all the posted stories. In the mean time I hope that Christmas treats you all kindly.
My thanks go out to Rochelle and Bjorn for providing a photo prompt which allowed me to smile as I recalled those magical creatures the “Wombles of Wimbledon Common’’ by Elizabeth Beresford.