She looked at the flowers and couldn’t hold back her tears.
There were countless flowers here. Ponds of buttercups, pools of daffodils, hills of roses, and rivers of tulips. The birds flying over this splendor sometimes paused, risking their lives to fall like stones onto the colorful blanket below and savor it.
In the center of this field, not far from a pond where a variety of fish splashed about merrily, stood a small house. It was so tiny that it would be more fitting to call it an oversized shed. Inside, she remembered well, there was only one room apart from the entrance hall that had been combined with the kitchen.
And there, by the threshold, on the porch, people were sitting. There was a stocky dwarf with a beard shaped like a sponge. He was desperately trying to snatch a pie f
