isonmad

Being a hot day in the middle of summer, the atmosphere of the Truffula forest was positively divine. Glorious sunshine bouncing off the tips of the multi-coloured truffula tree tufts, a gentle breeze drifting through the forest, bringing with it the buttery sweet aroma of butterfly milk, and euphony of peaceful chirps and giggles and singing coming from the woodland creatures. The glow of the sun setting a golden-warm and cosy blanket over the whole forest, the lazy barbaloots napping in the shade and Swameeswans resting in the tops of trees to look after their young, their heads bobbing up and down dozily as their elegant necks relax in the