Here's a short story starring Berry that is written like a Foster's home short. Please enjoy and Comment remember I own nothing.

It was another morning at Foster's when all of a sudden-

"Miss Francis!" yelled Mr. Herriman who for someone reason was outraged at what he just saw.

"Come here quickly!"

The red head came marching towards the stuffy old rabbit.

"What?!"

Then she gasped.

What had once been the plain old walls of the main foyer had been transformed into a beautiful master piece of springtime with rolling hills full of pink flowers and cute little blue birds sing in the sky and cute baby animals prancing and playing in those hills.

"Holy Guacamole! How did this get here? This is literally amazing!"

"-Atrocious!" Mr. Herriman said at the same time.

"I mean really… who would be so stupid as to paint this entire wall with childish scribbles!"

"SCRIBBLES?! I can assure you that these are not a bunch of scribbles!" yelled the voice of the adorable pink Berry who was clearly offended.

"Berry" Frankie asked seriously.

" Did you do this?"

"Well If you meant did I create an amazing art piece that took me all night to the point where I got ZERO SLEEP!- then yes I did do this Thank you Berry Much!"

The pink friend then stormed off mutter something about people having no appreciation for art to which Frankie and Herriman shook their heads in defeat.

THE END