A pocket full of daisies

Zuzu was a little fox with fur like sunlight, and a heart full of mischief. She lived in a cozy burrow beneath an old oak tree, where the meadow bloomed brightest and the breeze always smelled like wildflowers.

Every morning, she zipped through tall grass, stirring up butterflies and giggling with the wind. She’d sneak berries, swap pebbles for pinecones, and prank her best friend Moss the badger—who grumbled, but always laughed in the end.

But when the sun dipped low and the meadow grew still, Zuzu would curl up beneath the stars, her tail tucked close and her dreams full of far-off fields and gentle moonlight.

She was a sparkle in the grass and a little bit of mischief wrapped in love