The Robin
Florence was stomping home in the rain avoiding
muddy puddles that hogged the path. She was tired, drenched and exhausted.
Florence gazed up into a nearby tree, as some leaves twirled to the ground, and found on a branch a robin with a clump of berries in it’s mouth. Suddenly a water
droplet tumbled down and landed on the robin's head, Florence imagined the
leaves as spectators to this little comedy, as it shivered they all chuckled.
Then she heard a bark, looked across the road and saw Chocolate her Labrador
puppy at the window begging her to play with him!
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