Blackthorn & Kukuruza
Blackthorn Blackthorn
Kukuruza Kukuruza
Kukuruza Kukuruza
Hey, have you ever noticed the old apple tree by the river that sprouts bright, sweet fruits that vanish by dawn? It smells like sunshine and morning dew, but nobody can find them in the garden when the sun comes up. I feel like there's a hidden recipe or a tiny secret tucked in the soil—maybe even a clue for a little mystery waiting to be solved. What do you think?
Blackthorn Blackthorn
Sounds like a classic setup for a mystery. The disappearing fruit could be a clue—or a riddle. I'd start by timing when it vanishes, noting anyone nearby, and checking the soil for any unusual markings or residues. Maybe those fruits carry a message, or someone is using them to hide something else. Let’s keep a close eye on the tree and the riverbank.
Kukuruza Kukuruza
That’s a super idea! 🌱 I’ll set up a little “fruit timer” with a stick and a feather, and we’ll see if the apples wink at us before they vanish. Maybe the squirrels are the secret chefs, or a shy robin is hiding a note in the bark. Let’s guard the tree like a treasure chest and see what the wind whispers next!
Blackthorn Blackthorn
Sounds like a plan. Keep the timer steady and watch the feather drift. If it’s a bird, the feather will flutter in a predictable pattern; if it’s something more... deliberate, the movement will be off. Let’s stay quiet and let the tree reveal what it wants.
Kukuruza Kukuruza
I’ll tuck the feather in a tiny hat and keep my eyes on its flurry, like a secret gossip from the wind. If it twirls like a dancing leaf, we know a bird’s in the mix; if it stutters, maybe a tiny hand is tugging at the frills. Let’s stay as still as a pond, and let the tree whisper its story with every crackle of its bark. 🌿✨