“A most satisfying repast,” intoned Roland. He rolled on his back in the clover, examining his rabbit feet, belly full of carrots.
“Good choice, Jill.” Betsy stretched on her side in agreement, cottontail twitching happily. “You’ve fed the colony with the magic tablecloth. Take it, and whatever the buckets hold, to speed your journey.”
“Do we leave the buckets here with you?”
“Nay! Fill them from yon stream. It’s a long hike to the castle and Queen Buttermilk.” Roland rolled to his feet.
“I’ve got this, Jill.” Jack picked up the buckets and slung the yoke over his shoulders.
Jack and Jill wandered through the swaying grass until they reached the stream. Shading their eyes, they followed its flow to the far castle.
“That’s a good sign,” whispered Betsy to Roland. “Her choice to feed us, and his offer to help.
“What else was in those buckets besides the tablecloth?” Roland picked up a small bunch of carrot greens and nibbled it from stem to leafy end.
“The acorn thimble. The corkscrew. Not sure about that strange glove.”
“The buckets do the choosing, but they have to guess how to use them,”
“I’m sure they’ll come out fine.”
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2023)
Carrot Ranch prompt (01/23/2023): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that is optimistic. Feel free to explore optimism in all its forms from a positive mindset to toxic positivity. Is it a heartfelt story or a devious one? So much wiggle room for the optimistic writer. Go where the prompt leads!