[blackhoeses]

As Foxy stepped in to the meadow, butterflies flew up with each step. As she reached the middle of the clearing she stopped to take in the beauty of it all. She heard a tiny voice, it was sing a beautiful song about a heavenly place of magic and peace. Then with a start Foxy realized that it was not one voice but many. The butterflies were singing and so she decided to make this meadow her home. For she had been travailing for many years looking for the right place to call her home. For her last home had been destroyed by man, because they had stopped believing in magic. And torn through her home to make a crop farm. Foxy knew that as long as she and the butterfly's stayed in the meadow not all the magic would be lost from the world. So she stayed and the meadow she lived in became known as the meadow of unicorn butterflies. For if you ever find this meadow and see one of the butterflies and look really, really close you will see a tiny shining horn on the butterflies head. This is not truly a horn you see but the spark of magic created by the butterfly's song. And if you are truly luck you will catch a glimpse of Foxy the unicorn.

Love the lines River cat , and as always thanks for my beautiful character Foxy. Who this picture this based on.