The summer was in its highest peak, and dandelions were already sending their children into the bright new world.
The little fox was running along the field, in its curiosity chasing the tiny blue creature that just seemed to float in the air. Finally, the fox got so agitated that she jumped up and above the flower beds. For a moment, as she missed the butterfly's wings by an inch and was gradually coming back to earth again, she felt the soft breeze running through her fur, filling her whole body with the happiness of summer.

Commission for  wolfesssynn