Ferald and The Evil Butterflies

From afar, they look like the beautiful insects that we have come to know butterflies to be. Do not trust your eyesight just yet. For these butterflies had their legs plucked from them, doomed to forever flutter about and never land. When they tire...they cannot rest. When they are sleepy... they cannot sleep. They guard the flowers on their land, with the willingness to defend it like a small army. Leave it to Ferald to not only eat their sunflowers, but take a nap on their grassy arable land--not knowing what lies ahead for him.

Ferald Dancing Amongst The Autumn Leaves

The music builds slowly from one note to the next. It makes Ferald want to dance and march across Woodzley. Yet, you and I cannot hear it, it is music not meant for our ears...only Ferald's!

Ferald has a great appreciation for Autumn, it's his favorite season of the year. There is something about  the  changing of the leaves that brings about a change in him. What better way to express himself than to dance in the thick of it. He celebrates the coming of Fall, by dancing until his heart is content. There's music echoing all around, perhaps he is the only one who can hear it--but it's there. The colorful falling leaves gives Ferald his rhythm. Some are baffled, yet, intrigued by his grace. And just as suddenly as the music began, it ends, with Ferald eating the colorful crunchy falling leaves--one by one.