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por Bill Tiepelman

The Rabbit with Wings of Wonder

On the edge of a forest so old that even the oaks had started to forget their own names, lived a rabbit named Wren, who was, by all accounts, quite normal—except, of course, for her wings. They weren’t real wings, exactly. Not feathery, flapping things, anyway. No, Wren’s ears had somehow taken on the shape and color of butterfly wings, complete with swirls of indigo, emerald, and ruby, each vibrant pattern seeming to dance whenever she so much as twitched. Her mother had always told her to be careful with her ears, lest she attract curious foxes or hungry owls, but Wren never listened. She liked to hop to the edge of the forest each day, where the humans lived, just to see what they were up to. One day, as Wren was watching a group of humans gather in the meadow, she overheard a snippet of conversation that piqued her curiosity. “The Great Gardenia Flower Festival is tonight,” a young human with a mop of red curls said excitedly. “I hear they’ll even be giving out prizes!” Wren’s ears perked up (or, at least, her ear-wings perked up in a rather flamboyant fluttering display). A festival, she thought, eyes wide. With prizes! She’d never been to a human festival before, but if there were prizes involved, she was all in. In a flurry of excitement, Wren bounded back to her forest friends—a squirrel named Grimble, a wise-cracking crow named Speckle, and a hedgehog called Ivy. “I’m going to the humans’ festival!” she declared with a flair. Grimble, who was nibbling on a nut, paused mid-chew and stared at her. “You’re going where?” “To the festival! There are prizes, Grimble! Imagine all the treasures I could win!” Speckle cawed a laugh. “Do you even know what a ‘prize’ is, Wren? What if it’s a net? Or one of those boxes that goes ‘wham!’?” Wren huffed. “You just don’t understand. Humans love a good show, and I’ve got the most show-stopping ears this forest has ever seen.” “But what will you do?” Ivy piped up, peeking out from behind a mushroom. “Humans are bound to notice a rabbit with butterfly ears.” Wren pondered this for a moment, then grinned. “Then I’ll simply become a butterfly!” Grimble muttered something about “rabbits with butterfly delusions,” but Wren was already bounding off, planning her entrance to the festival. That Evening… When the sun dipped behind the trees and lanterns began to twinkle across the meadow, Wren hopped into action—quite literally. She had draped herself in trailing vines and wildflowers, and with a sprig of lavender tucked behind her ear, she looked about as close to a butterfly as a rabbit possibly could. Speckle, who’d begrudgingly agreed to accompany her, perched on her head, hoping to lend some air of credibility to the whole spectacle. As they approached the festival grounds, they saw booths lit by candlelight, humans twirling in dances, and long tables piled high with sweets, cakes, and puddings of every imaginable flavor. “Oh, this is fantastic,” Wren whispered, wide-eyed. They slipped through the shadows and crept closer to the main stage, where humans were gathering for what looked like some sort of contest. A voice boomed over the crowd, announcing, “Next up, our beloved ‘Most Magnificent Creature’ competition! Prepare to witness marvels!” Wren’s ears shot up in excitement, nearly knocking Speckle off his perch. “This is my moment!” she whispered, gathering her courage. She took a breath, hopped onto the stage, and struck her best “magnificent creature” pose. The humans gasped. Then they began to applaud, whispering things like, “Oh, it’s some sort of…forest spirit?” and “A rabbit fairy?” Someone handed her a tiny flower crown, and she adjusted it proudly on her head. As the competition continued, Wren put on a full performance, twirling her ear-wings dramatically, twitching her nose with expert timing, and even doing a little rabbit jig. She winked at the humans, delighted as they clapped and cheered. For a moment, she forgot she was supposed to be a butterfly entirely and simply basked in the glory of the moment. When the contest ended, the announcer awarded Wren the title of “Most Astonishing Forest Spirit,” which she accepted with a gracious bow, doing her best impression of a sophisticated butterfly curtsey. A Surprise After the Show As Wren was nibbling on a celebratory cookie she’d swiped from a dessert table, she heard a voice behind her. “A rabbit with butterfly wings?” it said, full of curiosity and just a hint of suspicion. She turned to see a young human woman dressed in a long, dark cloak. “Are you real?” the woman asked. Wren straightened up, putting on her most mysterious smile. “I am as real as any magic you believe in.” The woman’s eyes sparkled. “I like that answer.” She crouched down to get a closer look at Wren’s ears. “Would you… like to come back with me? I run an enchanted garden. I think you’d fit right in.” Wren tilted her head. “An enchanted garden, you say? Will there be more prizes?” The woman chuckled. “No prizes, but there’s a feast every night, and you’d have all the dandelion greens you could ever want.” Wren’s ears wiggled with interest. “I’m listening…” Grimble, Speckle, and Ivy had found her by now, overhearing the conversation. Speckle muttered, “What about us, then? You going to leave us for a dandelion buffet?” Wren looked back at her friends and then up at the woman. “Only if you all come with me,” she declared with a flourish. And so, in a surprising twist of events, Wren and her little gang of misfit forest creatures went to live in the enchanted garden, where they spent their days as the “official keepers of wonder.” Wren became something of a local legend among the humans, who would come to the garden, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious rabbit with butterfly wings. She would occasionally perform for visitors, twirling and prancing with the same flair she had at the festival. And every so often, when the moon was high and the night was still, she’d gather Grimble, Speckle, and Ivy, and together, they’d put on their own little show just for fun, a celebration of the quirks that made them unique—and the magic they’d created together. In the end, Wren did get her prize after all. Not the sort you can hang on a wall, but something better—a life filled with friendship, laughter, and all the dandelion greens she could ever want. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit of magic, too.    Bring the Magic Home If Wren’s whimsical world captured your heart, you can bring a touch of this enchanting tale into your own space. Our exclusive "The Rabbit with Wings of Wonder" collection offers a variety of beautiful products featuring this captivating artwork. From cozy tapestries to intricate puzzles, each item celebrates the magic of Wren and her butterfly wings, perfect for dreamers and nature lovers alike. Tapestry - Transform your space with a stunning tapestry that brings Wren’s world to life on your walls. Puzzle - Lose yourself in this whimsical image as you piece together Wren’s story, one detail at a time. Greeting Card - Share a bit of magic with friends and loved ones with this charming greeting card, perfect for any occasion. Framed Print - Hang Wren’s tale on your wall with a high-quality framed print, a timeless addition to your art collection. Each piece is crafted to add a touch of whimsy to your life, making it easy to keep a little bit of Wren’s wonder with you every day.

por Bill Tiepelman

Centinela de orejas de flor del jardín encantado

Érase una vez, en una época de mitos susurrados y vida vibrante, un claro encantado conocido en todo el mundo como Floraison, un santuario oculto donde se desarrollaban los cuentos más grandiosos de la naturaleza. En este reino, donde las flores cantaban y los árboles guardaban secretos ancestrales, vivía una centinela, una coneja de tal gracia y aplomo que hasta el rocío de la mañana se detenía a admirarla. Su nombre era Liora, la Centinela de Orejas de Flor del Jardín Encantado. Llevaba una corona de flores silvestres, cada una elegida por los vientos susurrantes de la pradera. Su pelaje, un tapiz del calor de la tierra, era el lienzo sobre el que las estaciones pintaban sus tonos. Y sus ojos, orbes de ámbar líquido, reflejaban el alma misma de Floraison. La historia de Liora no era la de simples juegos en la hierba o de horas de ocio pasadas bajo la luz moteada del sol. No, ella era la guardiana del equilibrio, la guardiana de la puerta donde el mundo del hombre tocaba los delicados bordes de la magia. Era su canción la que llamaba a la primavera, su aliento el que susurraba a las semillas bajo la tierra, instándolas a despertar. Una tarde, bajo un cielo bordado con hilos plateados de luz estelar, un murmullo sacudió los zarcillos de la noche: un murmullo de algo extraño. Los oídos de Liora, siempre atentos al latido del claro, se pusieron alerta. Una sombra se había deslizado hacia Floraison, una sombra que no bailaba con la luz, sino que la devoraba por completo. La centinela sabía que la delicada magia de su hogar estaba en peligro. La sombra era un vacío, una ausencia de color y vida, que se filtraba lentamente en el suelo de su prado sagrado. Las flores se marchitaban a su paso y sus canciones se convertían en débiles gemidos. Liora se puso en camino, con una determinación tan firme como la de los robles antiguos. Atravesó el prado, pasando por entre los arroyos murmurantes y las piedras dormidas, hasta el corazón de Floraison, donde se alzaba la Gran Flor. Era la fuente de toda la vida en el claro, una flor tan pura que ninguna sombra podía tocarla. Pero la sombra lo había tocado. Un solo pétalo, teñido de una oscuridad que se arrastraba sobre su superficie como un susurro de fatalidad. Liora, con un toque suave, acarició el pétalo enfermo, sus pensamientos una melodía de amor y protección. De su corona, arrancó una sola flor, una flor de luz radiante, y la colocó sobre la Gran Flor. La magia se arremolinaba en el aire, una danza de colores, de vida y amor renacidos. El pétalo manchado se despojó de su oscuridad, cayendo para ser reemplazado por un nuevo brote. La sombra retrocedió, repelida por el resurgimiento de la luz, y huyó hacia la nada de donde había venido. Liora, con un corazón tan ilimitado como el cielo, había restaurado el equilibrio en Floraison. Su historia era una historia de valentía silenciosa, de un amor tan profundo que podía agitar las semillas dormidas, reparar el cielo lloroso y disipar las sombras más oscuras con apenas un susurro de luz. Cuando el amanecer besó el horizonte y pintó el mundo de nuevo, Liora volvió a ocupar su lugar en las puertas de Floraison. Era la observadora silenciosa, la guardiana de todo lo salvaje y libre, la Centinela de Orejas de Flor cuya historia se entretejía en el tapiz de la naturaleza misma, atemporal y eterna. Mientras la suave luz del amanecer adornaba los pétalos y las hojas de Floraison, restaurando la calidez y el color del claro, Liora retomó su puesto de vigilancia. Su historia, un testimonio de coraje y cuidado, resonó en el jardín y más allá, inspirando a todos los que la escucharon. Ahora, tú también puedes llevar un pedazo del mundo de Liora al tuyo. Adorna tu escritorio con la gracia de la alfombrilla para ratón Blossom-Eared Sentinel of the Enchanted Garden , o deja que la tranquilidad de Floraison florezca en tu pared con el exquisito póster Blossom-Eared Sentinel of the Enchanted Garden . Acepta el encanto y conviértete en el guardián de la historia, mientras el legado del centinela sigue vivo en tu espacio, un guardián silencioso de tu serenidad e inspiración. Adéntrese en la serenidad del "Centinela de orejas de flor del jardín encantado", un patrón de punto de cruz que teje la esencia de los guardianes de la naturaleza en un tapiz de tranquilidad. El conejo centinela, una criatura de gran belleza y sabiduría, actúa como custodio de un bosque escondido que rebosa de esplendor floral. Sus orejas, coronadas con un delicado conjunto de flores primaverales, se alzan orgullosas contra un vibrante cuadro de vida en el jardín. Con cada hilo, capturas la sutileza del pelaje del conejo, cada hebra es un susurro de las historias no contadas que se esconden en el abrazo del bosque. La mirada del centinela atraviesa el lienzo, imbuida del conocimiento ancestral del mundo natural, invitándote a perderte en un matorral donde el aire está perfumado con el fresco aroma de una miríada de flores y el suave aleteo de las alas de las mariposas proporciona un ritmo suave al día. Este patrón de punto de cruz de Centinela de orejas de flor del jardín encantado es un santuario de puntadas, un refugio visual para quienes anhelan un poco de paz en medio de la cacofonía de la vida diaria. Es una adquisición ideal para coleccionistas que buscan la profunda belleza en el ballet de la flora y la fauna, retratada con una fidelidad que actúa como un puente entre nuestro mundo y el reino de lo encantado. Invita al "Centinela de orejas de flor" a tu hogar, deja que vigile tu santuario e infunda a tu entorno la esencia relajante de un paraíso tranquilo.