Leeli~ 

A young girl giggled as she frolicked through towering mounds of fallen leaves (they were five feet tall maximum). Her older brother laughed too as he twirled around oak trees, their bulky frames hiding him from sight often. Despite the fact that he was quite a few (three) years her senior, that didn't keep them from enjoying each other. Suddenly, the little girl stopped short.

Charrr? Char-Charrr!

A crimson bird had alighted on an oak branch. The little bird peered down at her, his thick beak clicking together slightly. Awestruck, the little girl's jaw dropped. Her brother walked over to her.

"What's up?" He placed a hand on her shoulder and followed her gaze. "Ooh, a cardinal. Y'know, they're supposed to symbolize hope and joy." The boy looked down at his star-struck little sister. She grinned broadly and clapped her hands. The cardinal squawked and heaved his rotund frame into the air. A ruby feather drifted to the ground. Darting forward, the girl cupped it in her hands, smiling. With utmost care, she pinched the quill and held the feather up to her eye level, admiring it as carefully as a jewel collecter would his gem collection. She whirled around to face her brother.

"We should go show grampa!" With a nod, the boy reached his hand out for her to hold. She grabbed it eagerly and ran, dragging him along behind her. Past houses, streets, other trees, and a shop. For the second time today, the girl stopped short. In the window, a ruby figure with black button eyes sat on an oak branch. With a few bounces and a pointed index finger, she tugged on her brother's sleeve. "Could we get it for grampa?" She inquired, beaming. Her brother smiled and pulled five dollars out of his pocket, his weekly savings. They walked into the shop, finding an old man behind the counter.

"We'd like to get the cardinal, please, for our grampa." Said the boy with a smile. The man smiled back.

"Okay, then." The old man got the cardinal from the window and set on the counter.

"That'll be two dollars, please, son." The transaction was silent. The two children left the store with the pretend cardinal in a little brown paper bag. After a few blocks, the little girl was bouncing and smiling more than before. They turned at a small cottage with white smoke billowing from the stone chimney, as usual. An ancient man with a leathery smile greeted the children at the door. As he ushered them in, his suspenders rubbed against his flannel shirt, worn slightly loose even over his round belly. The little girl shoved the brown paper bag into the old man's worn hands.

"It's for you, grampa! Open it!" She commanded with her happy (but incredibly shrill) voice. With a chuckle, the man sat down.

"What could it be...?" The grampa said with a twinkle in his old eyes.

"Open it! Open it!" The girl jumped up and down. The boy and his grandfather shared a laugh. With a crinkle of paper, out came the fluff-filled cardinal, with its button eyes shining in the sunlight filtering through a nearby window. The old, weathered man smiled solemnly as he wiped a piece of fuzz from the cardinal's cheek. He had his remembering face on. There was no doubt that he was thinking of his own childhood.

"There used to be so many of these around these parts, you know, when I was your age? They've mostly disappeared now," the man gave a little chuff, a small moment of a hum that was a mix between a laugh and a breath, "But they were my favorite."

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The original was extremely depressing so I changed it. *Runs away* 

could i please have one as well? Thank you!

Wow, you have a lot of requests, but if you could, would you do one for me?

Agent Winter~

A snowflake fell, the first of the season. It drifted through the skies, gathering ice crystals and steadily growing bigger. What made it a marvel? It's silent beauty. There's something ethereal about being outside when it's snowing, just to stand while watching them fall is worth any cold caught. Children loved snow. The little snowflake couldn't wait to see a child. It had heard from the winds that children laughed when they played in snow. The snowflake yearned to hear a child laugh because of snowfall. In silence, it fell through the air, dancing a slow waltz as it did so. A child, down below the snowflake, trudged sadly along. The child was alone, and tears slid off of the child's wet eyelashes, freezing when they hit the ground. If the snowflake could gasp in agony, it would have. It felt like melting, seeing the child cry. It aimed itself to land on the child's nose. A foot... Six inches... Three inches... The child stopped to wipe a tear away, and the snowflake overshot. It drifted to the ground, just in front of the poor child. They child blinked open it's eyes, successfully cleared of tears. It saw the snowflake and stopped short. It crouched, squatting like a frog. The snowflake lay passively on the sidewalk, unable to do anything. Despite this, it was captivated by the young person peering down at it. Such curiosity and awe the snowflake had never witnessed. Suddenly, the child puckered its cold-chapped lips and blew gently. Immediately, the snowflake was whisked back into the air once more, dancing in front of the child's eyes. Something marvelous happened then. A slow smile crept onto the child's face. A laugh bubbled in it's throat, and it quietly snuck out from between the child's lips. The snowflake seemed to stagger in the air a moment. A child had laughed at it. At that moment, if the snowflake could smile, it would have smiled back.

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Here, have a poorly rendered snowstorm

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Hey Rogue! I'd love one if you have enough time!

Ooh! I want one too!

I know you have lots of requests, but can I have one? I'd love to see what you make of my name!

Sorry not sorry

Leafpool~

Rain streaked the windows of the old abandoned cottage. In the middle of nowhere, this cottage had stood sort of tall, silently withstanding the test of time. A cat sat at the windowsill, claws resting lightly on the peeling white paint. Her tail swished back and forth lightly. The cat's purr made her whiskers vibrate, quickly tickling the windowpane. The rain slowed, then reduced to a sprinkle. The cat jumped onto the floor. Regally nudging the door open, she greeted the clouds above with a long stretch and more purring. The wind picked up, rustling the leaves in the trees that gave shade to the creatures of two, four, and many legs below. Some dead leaves fell into the pools that communed on the ground, and some fell onto the cat's silken fur. She didn't care enough to shake them off. Nonchalantly, she glaced into the crystalline face of a nearby pool. Orange leaves covered all but a small patch of the water, the perfect size of the cat's face. The cat lowered herself to fit her face into the patch of mirror made by the tranquility of the water. The leaves seemed to flow from around her ears and neck. The cat she saw - no, not a cat. She saw a lion in the pool. The lion within.

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Hope you like it! Sorry it's kind of short... I didn't want to clutter it unnecessarily.