There were so many flowers everywhere. As the family entered the village they were overcome with joy and excitement. They had never seen so many flowers in one place before.

Every window of every house in the village had window boxes full of flowers of every color. Flowers were growing on the roofs of all the buildings. Hanging baskets of flowers hung from every porch roof, every street sign, and many of the trees. And all the trees were blooming!

The streets of the town were merely five foot wide cobblestone walking paths. All the rest of the ground was covered in flowers. The town was filled with the buzz of bees.

Profoundly taken by the spectacle, the family walked very slowly along the center path through the village.

"Are we in heaven?" asked the little girl.

Her mother responded, "It sure seems like it. I've never seen a place so beautiful. It's like a dream."

"I'm afraid of the bees," said the little boy.

His father responded, "They don't seem to be interested in us. Why would they be when there are so many flowers?"

The family came upon a little house with a sign in front of it which read, Honey Shoppe. They went inside.

The proprietress of the store was a very short pudgy woman with white hair tied up in a bun. She was wearing a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants. She had a white daisy stuck in her ear like a pencil. "Greetings dear ones. I trust that you have come to buy some of the best honey in the cosmos."

The father and mother looked at each other then the father spoke, "We have been walking for weeks. The town where we lived burned to the ground and we are looking for a new home. This is a very beautiful village and I wish to inquire if there are any homes for rent and if there are any jobs here."

The woman's belly shook as she laughed, "Well, that depends. May I see your thumbs?"

The father and mother looked at each other then held out their thumbs for inspection.

"And the children?"

The brother and sister held out their hands for inspection.

"Oh my, oh dear. I'm sorry to say that in order to live and work in our village one must have very green thumbs and none of your thumbs show even the tiniest tint of green."

The parents and children looked at the woman's thumbs and saw that they were a very dark forest green.

"I see," said the father. "Well, thank you for your kindness. We will be on our way."

"But wait. You mustn't forget your honey."

"But we do not have the money to buy honey."

The old woman grabbed a big jar of honey and handed it to the mother, "That's okay. The honey is on the house." She giggled and bounced, "And I mean that literally. There are bee hives on the roof."

"Oh, thank you so much for we are very hungry. Bless you," said the mother.

The old woman then went to a shelf and picked up a loaf of French bread, handing it to the little girl. "I must warn you, though. Do not open the jar of honey until you are out of town. In fact, here, let me put it in a paper sack so that the bees can't see it."

After leaving the Honey Shoppe, the family continued walking through the village until they got to the very edge of town. The cobblestone pathway abruptly turned into a dirt road and the ocean of flowers turned into undulating green pastures of grass.

The family walked until they could no longer look back and see the flower village. The little boy called out to his mother, "Can we eat now?"

The father pointed to a grassy knoll. The family went over and sat in the grass. The mother opened the honey jar and set it on the ground then she took the loaf of French bread and broke off chunks of it, handing a chunk to the family members sitting around the honey jar.

The family then proceeded to dip their bread in the honey jar and eat. It was the very best honey and bread they had ever eaten in their lives. Eventually, the honey jar was empty and the bread was gone. The family sat there enjoying the full feeling of their stomachs and the sunshiney day.

After a while the little girl stood up and walked over to a patch of clover. She ripped up two handfuls of clover leaves and returned to sit with the family. She then began vigorously rubbing the clover leaves all over her thumbs.

"What are you doing?" asked her brother.

"I am turning my thumbs green."

The little boy and his parents looked at each other then quickly stood up to go over to the clover patch to grab some clover. The family spent the rest of the afternoon turning their thumbs green by rubbing them with lucky green clover leaves.

Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of silly fiction. Writings of White Feather

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