Winter bonfire. Payshns John

The early spring morning, Dewey Hornbim with his daughter Hazel, as usual, walked and collected dews from wild forest flowers. The winter cold was still far away, but the inhabitants of the Rainbow village had already begun to prepare for the holiday of the winter fire, which they celebrated every year on the egg hill. The heat of the fire warmed their hearts in the middle of winter, when the days became short, and nights long and dark. All the inhabitants of the magical village were waiting for this holiday with impatience, especially the children.

Summer ran quietly, autumn flashed and winter came. And then Dewey Hornbim and his wife positioned in the cellar of his cozy house to check the reserves. There, in pine barrels, a variety of dew varieties were stored! Each variety possessed a unique taste and was called the same as the flower from which this dew was collected.

-so, the position, ”said Dewey. “What three barrels will we take this year on the holiday of the winter fire?

- is this a difficult choice,” the wife thought. - The dew “May bell” this year is incredibly good, but the “April primrose” turned out to be wonderful.