Avery toured the east coast, communing with small creatures. Here he is at a bird sanctuary calling to the frogs.
He begged me to make him a crown of clover.
And then bossed around some ants and sow bugs.
Making Papa proud.
Oh! One of his subjects.
He led us to a tree in Plymouth, where he claimed Mr. Bumps resides.
Knock knock. Are you home, Mr. Bumps? (The story of Mr. Bumps has been told in my family for 4 generations, honestly.)
Perched atop his mossy pulpit for a brief elf address.
Life is good when you are king.
Making Papa proud.
Oh! One of his subjects.
He led us to a tree in Plymouth, where he claimed Mr. Bumps resides.
Knock knock. Are you home, Mr. Bumps? (The story of Mr. Bumps has been told in my family for 4 generations, honestly.)
Perched atop his mossy pulpit for a brief elf address.
Life is good when you are king.
1 comment:
Oh gracious, the King of the Elves has a wonderful mossy pulpit! I also like the little tree house.
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