In a corner of the ancient woodlands, where sunlight plays hide and seek, lies a bush known to few — the Surprise Bush. It isn't its size but its secrets that draw the curious and the cautious alike.
"There are times," said the wind, "when a bush can hold tales better than the oldest oak."
Under the pale moonlight, a gathering of creatures shared their fables. The burbling brook listened intently, while the Surprise Bush stood sentinel.
A tawny owl blinked, "Once, a young girl stumbled upon this place, her laughter bubbling like your waters." The other animals leaned in, their breaths held like leaves awaiting rain.
The old fox, wise beyond his years, chimed in, "But did she hear us?" The question curdled the air, draping it in an unyielding silence.
Several moments later, a breeze but the beat of cloven hooves heralded a reply. Nature speaks often, but rarely in words understood by all.
Rummaging through undergrowth, the secret lays further:
Riddle Rock |
Ancient Whispers
A cocoon of shadows and moonlight wrapped the bush, hiding its true nature. Was it merely a plant, or a guardian of truths untold?
Like stars peeking through a dense canopy, the story of the Surprise Bush shines — hopeful, as enigmatic as twilight itself.