Well, if it isn't my favorite mortal! Did you manage to capture my darling little basket? Because I might have to find a new
favorite mortal if you didn't.
Oh dear...look at all those battered branches. It looks like it put up quite a fight. But not to worry! Oh, no, not at all! My magic will have it patched up good as new in the flutter of a wing!
To think the teensy-weensy version would be so lively when its bigger brethren are so restful and relaxed. Is it possible that smaller creatures are more wont to dash and dart about with little aim or reason?
Why, just the other day, I saw it trying to plant a new flower on itself. When the aroma attracted a curious little creepy-crawly, it completely forgot about the flower and chased the insect across the fields, where it saw another flower, and...why, it's as if it cannot keep its mind on a single thing for more than mere moments at a time!
But what was I talking about again? Anyhow, no matter. I really should be getting along spinning dreams of my flowering little friend. You'll help me if it gets away again, won't you?