Bink's Tree House

[Bink Rosethorn]

Winter time! Bink thought excitedly, as he popped out of his bed of pine needles.

"Yahooo!" He could hardly contain his joy, winter was one of his four favorite seasons... Even though there are only four, it was still one of his favorites. Half dancing, half flying, he zipped about the room, for little reason other then the sheer joy of being alive. After a while he finally settled down, and began the serious work of the day. From the corner of his humble tree dwelling he picked up a twig, and swung it about, stretching his tiny arms, and then settled into a low stance, "Ha HA! Evil dragon, it is I BINK the MIGHTY HERO! Unhand that fair maiden or face my terrible wrath!" he cried out, while putting on his most heroic Fae face. "That's right evil dragon, the GREAT BINK!" He swung about his mighty... twig, whacking the non existent, but evil (without a doubt), dragon soundly upon it's snout!

He chased the fleeing imaginary dragon about the room, bellowing to it about its doom! He chased it over chairs made of twisted grape vine, under the twig built table, around acorn foot rests, until he was no longer able. Sitting down with a WHOOMP! he breathed rapidly, glaring at his non existent foe, " 'Snofair... time for you to go home..." It was quite a good warm up, he thought to himself, but he will have to finish this fight another day.

He regained his feet, and set about cleaning and straitening his little house, picking up knocked over chairs from the lemon balm leafed floor, righting the twig table, and putting the soft pine needles that had fallen back into the bed. A few more stretches, and then he set about locating his clothes...

His rough made pants, he found somehow twisted amongst the rafters, along with another twisted grape vine chair, he wondered, exactly how did it get there? His shoes, coat and shirt, he looked around, but they were no where to be found. Up the dirt and pebble chimney he located his coat, and outside on the tree bark porch he located his left shoe, its mate was on the roof. His shirt was another matter, it was located halfway down, slightly tattered.

Finally clothed, and ready to go, he set out to look about the city.