Foxberry the Little Witch

Foxberry the Little Witch and the first autumn leaf fall

The first leaves flew, being twisted by the wind, which everyone in the forest called Sweet Tooth. He always smelled like pastries and spices. Such wind appears only in autumn, it is fun to play catch-up with him and climb trees.

Foxberry the Little Witch was spinning in the lawn, holding her head up to the sky. Leaves and small drops of warm rain were falling on her.

“Hooray!” she screamed, “autumn has come! It’s autumn!”

The pantries were already full of jam and apples, dried flowers and herbs, pickled mushrooms, and cucumbers. Raspberries, blueberries, strawberries, and even a bag of cloudberries were stored and stood on strong wooden shelves.

Foxberry the Little Witch loved autumn for gathering on the veranda, for stargazing, and for rains, for fragrant air and anticipation of the miracle, because it is autumn that the most exciting miracles take place!

She ran into the hut, took a black teapot from the top of the kitchen cabinet, poured boiling water a mixture of chamomile, melissa and calendula in it, and began to write a letter:

My dear granny Nana,

When will you come? I miss you so much! Autumn has come to our forest today. So, the stars will be brighter, the sky darker. You should be in my autumn, you should be my miracle! Come soon, I have drained a whole pile of currant leaves and rosehip fruit, and I have learned how to bake a blueberry muffin. We will drink tea and talk about everything in the world.

P.S.: The gift for you is in the envelope. Kisses

The witch put a letter and a silk bottomless bag of chocolate forest nuts in the envelope, which she cooked herself, and whispered:

“Fly, my letter, fly,

Noticing no one,

Fly fast with all your might,

To one the most I love!”

And the envelope flew out looking for the addressee.

Foxberry the Little Witch and the kite

Foxberry the Little Witch got out of the forest on a huge field; the wind fluttered the skirt and clotted her golden hair. The purple flowers were bowing under the gusts of cool air; the grass was shining with all the shades of green – from olive to emerald.

“Blow harder! Don't be lazy!” The witch commanded the wind.

Having released the rope, Foxberry straightened out the tail of her triangular kite and threw it into the sky; it rose up obediently, picked up by the wind and, dragged a rope behind him.