The Mysterious Berry Mask

Flauschi had mashed forest berries, smoothed the fragrant mixture over her face and settled comfortably in front of the mirror. At that very moment, Puschel bounded through the door.

Puschel“Oh! Excuse me—I’m looking for Flauschi. Have you seen her?”

Flauschi merely raised one eyebrow. Puschel blinked twice and finally recognised the little white flower beside her ear.

Flauschi“The rare woodland creature needs another ten minutes of peace.”

Puschel nodded solemnly, fetched her a cushion and sat down at a respectful distance. Flauschi could not hold back her laughter for very long.