Long ago in a small town far away, there was a woman named Rose. Her parents left her some inheritance. She was comfortable and lived a simple life. By the time her husband passed on, she had no need to work another day for the rest of her life. The apple of her life was a cat called Snowball.
Rose lived in a small house surrounded by a huge garden. She spent all her spare time raising flowers. Small flowers, big flowers, potted flowering plants, flowering bushes, and flowering trees. She collected and planted them all lovingly in her vast land. Really, her garden looked like paradise on earth.
Since young, Snowball was fascinated by butterflies. She would spend all her daylight hours chasing them in the garden. But never did she catch any for many years. One Christmas, Rose bought a light and soft blanket covered with multi-coloured butterflies in flight. Initially, Snowball pounced on the blanket and played with it. After a while she must have realised that they were not real. then she spent hours looking intently at the window scene of a snow covered garden. Often she would snooze on the lovely blanket.
Spring came. The first green shoot was spotted. The first bird returned. the flowers bloomed. Butterflies emerged. Our Snowball no longer would chase the butterflies. It was beautiful sight to behold, swirling butterflies in the air, a dancing cat on the ground, with a host of flowers strategically placed to bring about the greatest contrast in colours.
-The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them. -
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