How delightful! I turned over a log and found a small town of bugs with houses constructed of leaves. They were having a festival that day so I asked a ladybug “what for?”
And he said “blessed be this day, miss, for a wedding is to take place in the town of Faywin.”
And I set aside the log and asked to join them and the ladybug said “yes” and flew to my arm, placing the tiniest of teacups on my hand.
I graciously accepted the honeydew tea and sat amongst the bugs as they crawled through my leg hairs and across my hiking boots.
The groom was a handsome ant who cried as his bride arrived down a carpet made of moss and the reception was pure and sweet.
I dared not dance to avoid crushing any of the guests of course but it was still fun.
When the day became night I bid the town of Faywin farewell and hiked back onto the path, with only the memories of my day with the bugs.