continuation

She looked out from the entrance of the terracotta flower pot, and went a short way from it, deciding as she went that it would be best to mark out a circle to start with that would become the perimeter of what would become in time her garden surrounding the terracotta pot. She knew with time and energy she could transform it into something beautiful, she could see it all in her minds eye.  She quickly gathered up some twigs, and as she walked the circle she pushed a twig into the ground as a marker.  She had just placed the seventh marker when just beyond it she spied a conker shell, it was perfectly halved, and she just knew it would be the very best thing to make her bed base from. She lifted it and struggled back to the terracotta pot, then returned to her perimeter markings.

Looking about her all the time, pocket mice have very acute eyesight, as she placed the twelfth twig she came upon a patch of tiny wild strawberries, now if there was anything in the world that Fleur liked better she had not found it, she loved wild strawberries they were her absolute favourite food of all. he looked around, happily she ate some and then gathered more for her supper, careful only to take what she needed as she could come everyday and harvest more, as she needed them and as they were available. She placed the strawberries onto a leaf, these were the ones she had chosen for her supper, she would take them with her. She continued to place her twigs, making a detour around the strawberries, so that they were now within her boundary, it did however make her circle a little odd shaped, still that did not matter too much she thought.

Planting her seventeenth twig, she caught glimpse of something shiny and sparkly, she went over to it, it was a little bigger than she herself was, and she could see a little pocket mouse looking at her. Excitedly she waved and walked forward, ouch, she exclaimed picking herself up, the other pocket mouse had pushed her away and she had sat on the ground. Bemused she looked again, and there was the little pocket mouse brushing herself off just like Fleur was doing, she had on the same blue coloured pinafore that Fleur herself was wearing. Just then Fleur realized, feeling somewhat silly, that this was not in fact another pocket mouse, but a reflection of her self. This must be a mirror, her mother had told her about mirrors and how useful they could be. She walked around the back of it, it was just a plain black colour. Fleur wondered if she would be able to get it to the terracotta flower pot, she carefully tried to lift it, and to her delight it was not at all heavy just awkward, so she trundled it slowly to her pot. She then returned and took her leaf containing the strawberries, so she would not forget them.