Sparrow Scribe Says: Echoing Steps of Flakiest Finch and The Tiny Fays

It’s time to tell another story. Maybe this time I’ll stay in this kingdom a bit longer and tell you more curious stories.

Like this one, a story about a small bird with honey fragrance. She’s a bird who loves fruit, especially strawberries. Her feather is an excellent mingles of pure white and blushing rose. Her little stride turn into tiny sound of tuts and produce the music of her day.

If you follow her to her nest, you will find a sparkling patio of refreshing colors. Strawberries, mangos, and all kind of fruit and sweets emerging from the ground with grace. Her garden is an enormous blessing for the citizen of the kingdom.

Busy as the beaver, busiest as ever. However, she’s never alone as she’s being helped by the Tiny Fays; a small army of little creatures that follow her wherever she goes. Not everyone can see these little busy feets as they follow the Flakiest Finch. Some stays in the garden and bless you with the most flavorful fruits and sweet. Another stays with her the whole day, perching in her ears, lingering in her fingers, helping her, talking to her. Fays is not her gardener, nor her bestfriend. They are the Finch herself. The one of her sweet scent, the one of her sweet smile and melody.

So, won’t you stay in the backyard and hear them sing? It’s an open party and everyone is welcomed.