Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.
A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.
More Flies Are Lured By Honey Than VinegarCLOSED IP: 71.237.51.99 Posted on December 5, 2012 at 02:27:29 AM by Honeysuckle
My family thought I was dead. She thought this as she cheerily strolled through the field, softly howling a little, dumb tune. It was absolutely off-key--not that she would know, anyway. Honeysuckle was just one of those wolves that didn't really distinguish their thoughts at all. They just thought and forgot about it. The brighter, slightly smarter side of her beamed and puffed her chest out. Too bad for them, 'cause I'm not! She giggled and pranced around. Then, she sang,
"Happy, happy! Everyone should be happy! What's there to be sad about when you can be happy? Shalalalalalalala!"
You know what? I'm soooo smart! See? I can spell happy! H-a-p....What comes after P again? Oh, well. It doesn't matter 'cause I'm happy! She thought, giggling. As you can see, she has an ego twelve times the size of her brain capacity. For her, that's saying something! She actually has a large capacity; the problem is, it's mostly full of unicorns and butterflies. Oh, speaking of which, there was a majestic winged critter atop her nose. This made her squeal with delight, as if she was a pup again.
"I will name you Fishy, and you will be my Fishy!'
She barked, making the bright blue beauty become frightened off. She called back for it, bounding after Fishy. As you can also see, she was with Twolegs before she came to Blossom Forest. Her owner's children loved watching television, and Honeysuckle had become accustomed to their tradition. Unfortunately, that was probably the thing that made her mind only a place full of idiocy. If there was ever the technology to travel into one's brain, you would find blooming roses and rainbow land, with Nyan cats streaming above and a wolf on a unicorn. She would be accompanied by another; her Prince Charming. She didn't have one yet, but her hopes were soaring through the roof. That's probably why she wasn't melancholy right now; she was here to find a handsome, wonderful, handsome, wonderful, handsome, wonderful, and handsome mate.
"I'm goin' fishing for a mate! I'm gonna look in every brook! But, how much longer must I wait with baited breath and hoo-oo-ook?"
She sang, and she sang quite different songs--each one more pitchy than the last--until night fell upon her. She loved the night, for it was open and harmless to her. Yet, that thought of Honeysuckle's was about to be proven wrong..
