The Day Lolo Fig Chose His Favorite Branch

One bright morning, the garden wakes slowly.
The wind moves the leaves in the trees, and the sun begins to warm the courtyard stones.
Sheriffa Clarabela is already on patrol.
She walks through the garden with quiet steps, observing everything very carefully.
Very little escapes the watchful eyes of the Sheriffa of the Courtyard.
Matilda sits on the garden bench.
She enjoys watching what happens when the day begins.
Suddenly, a flash of red crosses the morning air.
Lolo Fig arrives.
The small cardinal lands first on the feeder.
Then he flies to the fence.
Then to the tallest tree.
Clarabela follows every movement with careful eyes.
“What is he doing?” asks the Sheriffa.
Matilda smiles.
“Perhaps he is choosing.”
“Choosing what?” Clarabela asks.
Just then, Lolo Fig lands on a lower branch of the garden tree.
He looks one way.
Then the other.
Then he begins to sing.
A clear, cheerful song that seems to fill the entire garden.
Clarabela sits in the courtyard and listens.
Matilda watches quietly.
“What did he choose?” asks the Sheriffa.
Matilda tilts her head.
“I think he chose his place.”
Lolo Fig continues singing from the branch as if it is exactly where he belongs.
Clarabela watches for a moment. Then she nods with great seriousness.
“Good choice,” declares the Sheriffa.
And on that quiet morning, the garden gains a new sound.
The song of Lolo Fig from his favorite branch.
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With whiskers and stitches,
Clarabela & Matilda Purrfect🤍