Queen-Brownie

CHAPTER 1 : whAt cOUld A rAbbIt bE lAtE fOr? As your sister talked about who-knows-what, you sat on a low branch of the tree in you garden, making a flower crown. Your cat Papu, laid on its back clawing at a butterfly flying above him. You finally finished your flower crown and, after making sure it was okay enough not to break, you put it on Papu; who in return, looked at the crown, then his black eyes snapped up to meet yours. It looked like he was glaring at you, but was it possible for a cat to glare? Nothing is impossible. Those words were words you would forever live by and praise. Those words were like god to you, it was true thoug