MONTHLY PROMPT

The sky had changed into deep evening hues of orange and violet as Sherbert had enjoyed his well deserved rest on a hay bale. He had just woken up, and just as he was about to roll onto his back and admire the stars, Granny Rosette walked over, carrying a wooden bucket full of apples. Her warm smile carried a hint of mischief. "Well, Sherbert," she began, setting the bucket down with a thud, "since you’ve been such a big help today, how about we make some fresh apple cider together?"...

It was such a beautiful day, the autumn air was crisp, and it carried the delicious scent of ripe apples to Sherbert as he zoomed through the orchard, his colourful gigantic wings sparkling a flurry of rainbow colours in the sunlight. The little rainbow spitfire Stelciar had been very excited about apple picking season for weeks, and now that the day had arrived, he could hardly keep his paws on the ground. Quite literally. ...