"Suit yourself. It leaves more cowslips for me." Thyme said leaning over the plants. In this moment Neltita hopped out of the wagon, with her usual cheerfulness.
"Did somebody mentioned cowslips?" she asked aloud, while Thyme sighed and rolled his eyes up.
"I guess that would be me, Nel."
"Aaa... Nice. Could I have a bite?" doe asked.
"Er... No. These are all mine." Thyme refused, but rather in teasing manner.
"Good Frith, Thyme. This really breaks my heart." Neltita said mockingly "After that last winter I thought we were friends. Remember how our burrow was blocked by snow?" she asked. This brought some memories to Thyme. Since they were outskirters they had to live at the edge of the warren, in burrow which they made hastily. When the winter came, they were burried in their den for few days, having no-one but themselves to cuddle to in order stay warm. Luckily, they lived through, which couldn't be said about many other outskirters...
"Yeah. I can recall that and I have to admit it was nice then, but it still doesnt convince me." Thyme responded, grinning.
"I see... Maybe this argument will change your mind: if you will make me dislike you, you may never get the chance to experience the thing that really is nice." she said making emphasis on the last word, with an evil smile on her mouth. Thyme was glancing at her with confused look, before he understood what she had meant.
"Frith on the hills! For someone who is about to see her first spring, you are surely talking very mature... Anyway, be my guest and eat as many of these cowslips as you wish."
"Thank you, Thyme. Thank you." Neltita said still smiling and she started to nibble on plants
Pessimist sees a dark tunnel. Optimist sees a light in the tunnel. Realist sees the light of coming train. And a driver sees three idiots standing on the track.
"My heart has joined the thousand, for my friend stopped running today." - Watership Down by Richard Adams.