Gaily bedight a gallant knight
In sunshine and in shadow
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado
As they contemplated the journey that they were about to embark on the Crone, Donkey and Raven showed Bonnie a picture from one of their albums of imagery collected on earlier journey’s.
Bonnie was excited by the prospect of travelling into another realm, far removed from all the stress generated by the global pandemic. She said that even her flocks had been talking about nothing else but vaccine hesitancy and the ineptitude of the Federal government and, quite frankly, she was over it.
Everyone agreed that flying over the sun and beyond the moon was not really an option but, Bonnie suggested that perhaps, if everyone were to drink some of the magic potion she had brewed up the group would become small enough to slip though the red door in a nearby tree
The Crone, Donkey and Raven looked at one another and decided that there was really nothing to lose. So they each took a slug from Bonnie’s bottle of Pocket Rocket Fuel and waited.
Within just a few minutes they were all small. enough to slip through the tiny red door and were delighted to find that they were in a bushland setting where a group of animals were camped by a Gypsy Caravan.
The Crone clapped her hands together with glee saying that she had long yearned to travel in a Gypsy Caravan.