The Secret Garden
In a secret garden, tucked behind ivy, bright flowers bloomed, and butterflies danced. A waterfall sparkled like a rainbow. Here lived a shy rabbit, Fluff, who jumped at every sound.
One sunny day, a gentle fox named Fawn wandered in, her fur adorned with daisies and roses, blending with the garden’s beauty. Fluff froze, heart pounding, fearing danger. But Fawn only sat by the waterfall, watching butterflies flutter. “Don’t be scared, little one,” she said softly. “I’m just here for the flowers.”
Fluff, curious despite her fear, peeked from behind a rose. “You’re covered in flowers,” she squeaked.
Fawn smiled. “I love this garden—it’s peaceful, like you.” Each day, Fawn returned, weaving flower crowns and sharing tales of moonlit meadows. Fluff grew brave, hopping closer to share clover. One day, Fawn taught Fluff to weave a tiny crown of daisies, giggling together as butterflies swirled around.
That evening, under the shimmering waterfall, Fluff nestled beside Fawn, her fears forgotten. “You’re my friend,” she whispered. Fawn’s tail swished happily. Together, they watched the waterfall glow, guardians of their magical haven, where fear blossomed into friendship.
Mixed media, on canvas
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£2,000
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The Secret Garden
In a secret garden, tucked behind ivy, bright flowers bloomed, and butterflies danced. A waterfall sparkled like a rainbow. Here lived a shy rabbit, Fluff, who jumped at every sound.
One sunny day, a gentle fox named Fawn wandered in, her fur adorned with daisies and roses, blending with the garden’s beauty. Fluff froze, heart pounding, fearing danger. But Fawn only sat by the waterfall, watching butterflies flutter. “Don’t be scared, little one,” she said softly. “I’m just here for the flowers.”
Fluff, curious despite her fear, peeked from behind a rose. “You’re covered in flowers,” she squeaked.
Fawn smiled. “I love this garden—it’s peaceful, like you.” Each day, Fawn returned, weaving flower crowns and sharing tales of moonlit meadows. Fluff grew brave, hopping closer to share clover. One day, Fawn taught Fluff to weave a tiny crown of daisies, giggling together as butterflies swirled around.
That evening, under the shimmering waterfall, Fluff nestled beside Fawn, her fears forgotten. “You’re my friend,” she whispered. Fawn’s tail swished happily. Together, they watched the waterfall glow, guardians of their magical haven, where fear blossomed into friendship.
Mixed media, on canvas
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