Once upon a time there was an alpaca named Bluebell. She was an incredibly quintessential being with her lustrous topaz fur, doll-like ebony eyes and her uncanny ability to speak any language she encountered. She was truly remarkable. However, the most atypical thing about her wasn’t her appearance, it wasn’t her effulgent smile and it wasn’t her stubby little legs, it was the fact she was actually made entirely of plush fabric.
On the morning of October 31st, Bluebell began her adventure. She was the sort of alpaca who would go on an adventure regularly but this time was something different, she just didn’t know it yet.
The sweetest gust of air danced through her fur, rippling through it like the cool waves of a lake. The golden gum drop of sunshine scintillated its sugary joy in the ultramarine sky stretching across lacy green grass beside the flowing Candy Floss river. Bluebell bounded to the edge and tilted over gazing at her own distorted reflection, the running water tugging at her extremities like a house of mirrors in the pastel pink liquid. The only truly discernible portion being the reflection of the silver locket dangling around her neck as it glinted iridescent light from the sunshine which …show more content…
A curious scuffling caught her attention and she looked up, something weaved through the bushes beside her. How very odd, perhaps it was a little rabbit. Hidden amongst the trees was a thick endemic underbrush considerably darker than the rest. Curiously, she reached out and pressed her foot through, the bush quivered and a peculiar squelching sound followed. Strange, she’d never seen anything like this before. A compelling sensation washed over her and before she could fathom what she was doing she had closed her eyes and fell face-first through the grotto
On the morning of October 31st, Bluebell began her adventure. She was the sort of alpaca who would go on an adventure regularly but this time was something different, she just didn’t know it yet.
The sweetest gust of air danced through her fur, rippling through it like the cool waves of a lake. The golden gum drop of sunshine scintillated its sugary joy in the ultramarine sky stretching across lacy green grass beside the flowing Candy Floss river. Bluebell bounded to the edge and tilted over gazing at her own distorted reflection, the running water tugging at her extremities like a house of mirrors in the pastel pink liquid. The only truly discernible portion being the reflection of the silver locket dangling around her neck as it glinted iridescent light from the sunshine which …show more content…
A curious scuffling caught her attention and she looked up, something weaved through the bushes beside her. How very odd, perhaps it was a little rabbit. Hidden amongst the trees was a thick endemic underbrush considerably darker than the rest. Curiously, she reached out and pressed her foot through, the bush quivered and a peculiar squelching sound followed. Strange, she’d never seen anything like this before. A compelling sensation washed over her and before she could fathom what she was doing she had closed her eyes and fell face-first through the grotto