The sun shone gently through the old window, casting fractal sunbeams all over the quiet room. The birds were silent outside, and a patch of sunlight drifted down over an old victorian leather chair, warming the seat comfortably. A cup of freshly poured tea was just resting on a coaster atop an antique side table. The tea had a pleasant honey color to it, due to its somewhat unusual ingredients. It was, in fact, a gorgeous morning that one might best spend indulging themselves in a loved novel, one that has been read so many times the pages, although treated well, have frayed, and the enamel along the spine has worn down. And this was exactly how Arthur Kirkland had decided to spend it.
Arthur sighed contentedly and settled himself in his favorite chair. He sipped his tea and looked over at the old style radio. Turning it on, quietly of course, he found a station in the midst of playing a song by one of those gaudy pop stars that were all breasts. It was a happy little song, he thought. It was pleasant enough, and the lyrics weren't disgusting either. Honestly, he found himself humming along, rather enjoying it. When it ended and the station went to a commercial break, he switched the radio off by twisting the old knob. He let his slim english fingers rest on the knob for a moment, feeling its worn yet elegant texture. He smiled at the device, and then retracted his hand.
Arthur opened a black book that was resting on his lap. It was slim, for such an avid reader, but had obviously been read many times over. The silver lettering on the spine was diminished and faded, adding to the look of a well loved book. He traced the authors signature that adorned the title page with eloquence. Smiling slightly, he turned to the very first page of actual text and let out a blissful sigh. His green eyes lit up as he embarked on the beloved tale.
In case you are wondering just what this indulging story could be, a summary has been prepared.
The Rabbits Dandelion
Once there was a Rabbit named Laurence who loved dandelions more than anything. He ate up all the dandelions in the farm where he lived, and no seeds were left behind to grow more. This made Laurence sad, so he ventured out into the forest to find more. After wearing his little rabbit body out searching for dandelions, he falls asleep. In his dream, a faerie visits him, telling him where to find the last of the dandelions. When Laurence wakes up, he finds the dandelion in the very spot where the faerie indicated. He embraces it, and pulls it up, planning to return to the farm and plant it, and grow more dandelions. He cares for it carefully. The trip back is long and tiresome, Laurence does not know how to get home, and refrains from eating the dandelion, so he starves to death. Even In the end, he was hugging the last of the dandelions, protecting it from the cold world outside.
The End
After reading sucha story, one would wipe away any tears shed, and close the book with a satisfied sigh. This is, of course, exactly what Arthur Kirkland did. He set the book to the side, stretched out his arms and yawned contentedly. As he drifted off into a nap of sorts, he thought to himself.
"It really was a pleasant morning after all."
The /Real/ End