The Distant Drummer

"Wait up, Clover!" Pip chirped, his purple feathers shimmering like a neon sign against the morning sky.

Clover the rabbit didn't stop. His long, pink-tipped ears twitched as he hopped over a fallen log. "I’m in a hurry, Pip! If I’m not at the Clover Patch by sunrise, the dew will be gone, and that’s the best part!"

Pip dove down, swooping right in front of Clover’s nose. "Forget the dew! I just flew over the Great Hill. You won’t believe what’s growing on the other side. It’s bigger than a pumpkin and smells like... strawberries."

Clover skidded to a halt, his black-ink paws kicking up a cloud of dust. "Strawberries? In the middle of spring?"

"A whole field of 'em," Pip tweeted excitedly. "But you’ll have to be fast. The squirrels are already waking up!"

Clover didn't need to hear another word. With a giant leap and a flash of pink and white, he was off—following the purple blur in the sky toward the best breakfast of the year.

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