29/05/2025
Good evening, my dearest fluff-muffins! I so hope your day was filled with belly rubs, butterfly sightings, and perhaps a dog treat or two! If not… well, there’s still time for a twirl and a dream. Now come close—I’ve got a tale brewing in my fluffy fur and it’s just waiting to tickle your hearts!
The Curious Case of the Disappearing Dots”
(as told by me, Flora Bama, professional dot detective)
Once upon a morning not quite today,
I woke to find… my polka dots gone away!
Vanished! Vamoosed! Zipped from my dress,
And I looked like a marshmallow—no more, no less!
So I questioned my bunny, Miss Karra Karrot,
Who was sipping her tea from a tiny blue garret.
‘Not I,’ she said, with a very prim pout,
‘Though I did see the wind sneaking about!’
I followed the breeze to the old garden gate,
Where gnomes play poker and stay up quite late.
They shrugged and they giggled and danced in their boots—
But one had a scarf with suspiciously dotty roots…
Then came the riddle, which made me sit still:
‘You can wear me, share me, or match with your hat—
But once you chase me, I vanish like that!
What am I?’
(Guess it, if you dare, or I’ll give you a clue with a wiggle of my tail!)
Wearing my Polka dot RUFFle with Bow, , sometimes I shake the bow off 😆😆
