An unusually chilly bluster

In spite of an unusually warm delay, autumn arrived with a chilly bluster, and Mrs. Pomeroy quickly moved her non-hardy citrus trees indoors, away from the dropping nighttime temperatures.

However disappointed, Buttercup knew not to waste time bemoaning the absence of her beloved mandarins; she needed a viable energy source to get through winter. Minutes were precious.

Trotting across autumn’s crunchy, brown blanket, the doe nibbled upon some crisp oak leaves, unworriedโ€ฆ Come spring, she’d be feasting in the Pomeroy orchard again.

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