Poppy Thistledrift adjusted her vibrant scarlet cap and peered out over the sun-drenched margins of Berkswell’s wheat fields. Summer had finally arrived, and the countryside was ready for a splash of brilliant colour.
With a joyful leap, Poppy floated along the edges of the golden crops. She shook her silken pouch, releasing thousands of glowing crimson sparks that drifted into the dusty soil. Instantly, delicate red petals unfurled, swaying gently against the green and gold backdrop.
