I have a confession to make…

I have a confession to make…
My best friend is a female skunk named Stinky…
I’m not sure how she got her name because she smells lovely to me…
She lives in the thicket…
Scurrying around in black and white confusion.

Always huffing and puffing, but with a refreshing point of view…
Like, “Aren’t’ bugs something pretty both inside and out?”
Outside with their beautiful colors…
Inside with their delicious chocolatey flavors.

When she thinks of something profound, her eyes light up with a golden twinkle…
She says, “it is a reflection from the golden alpines…”
She often talks, without explanations…
Because, for her, it is always teatime.

She told me that there is a lot more to life than just the first verse of the story…
That once a king or queen, always a king or queen…
That I should always choose the foreground for my sketches…
And continue inward until I reach, the fields full of snow flowers.

If you ever find her don’t be alarmed…

She will often just sit and stare at you…
She is waiting for your crown to come into view…
She will tell you to stop searching for answers…
Because they only happen when you stop looking for them.

We love you,

Annie and Stinky