It was a fine evening in the enchanted forest. The sun was going down, setting a beautiful red-golden hue over the forest, making the aesthetic softer and gentler.
The birds were chirping. The mammals were scuttling. In the ponds and swamps, the insects were buzzing and the frogs yelped.
Deep into the forest was a beautifully decorated cabin house. It was a wooden cottage, decorated with beautiful flowers, placed over the door and on the sills of the windows.
Tania was on the other side of the house, placing the flowers on the window sills. It was obvious she was the culprit. Hugh sighed, finding her there.
"Tania, it is late. What are you doing?," he asked, staring at her with a questioning and exasperated look.
"I couldn't do the front and not do the back now, could I?," she asked back, still focused on her task.
"Yes. Yes, you could," Hugh deadpanned. "Why did you want to do this again?"
