Viciously green leaves of grass slapped against my pale ankles, leaving small streaks of dew. I stepped lightly over the ant hill resting in the middle of the slender garden path, and made my way towards the kissing gate. Pushing it open with a rusty creak I lifted the basket of fresh carrots further onto my forearm and climbed the washed out front steps. My over sized gumboots clumping on the wood, my thin hand snaked out from the pocket of my hoodie and grabbed the door handle. I pushed it open, kicked off my yellow boots and trudged towards the country style kitchen.
'Morning,' sang a lilting and childish voice,'any faires in the garden?'
'Of course Lily, I found one who looked the spitting image of you, down to the freckles' I replied with a laugh, hoisting the small blonde child onto the counter next to me. She kicked her naked feet against the cupboard below and sang an old lullaby,' so what should we make for breakfast?'
'Ooooh, how about panacaes!'
'What? You mean Pancakes...right Lily?'
'Of course.' came her thrilled reply, she hopped down softly and began rummaging in the blue-ish cupboards.
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