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Inside Wiskerwork School of Design Poppy could hardly sit still. The air inside the sewing rooms buzzed like a kettle left on too long....

My diary smells like lavender when I close it.

I think stars are just wishes that didn’t want to be alone.

My fur caught a thread of light. It stayed with me all day. And danced on my back like a little stars.

The moon dipped low. I told her to have a good night and it said it planned on it.

A crumb of cake became a treasure when I shared it with Wimble. She shared her last time.

I folded scraps of cloth into butterflies and let them rest on the windowsill. The wind made one flutter or maybe it was magic..

Violet said my paws smelled like flowers. Maybe they do.

I hummed to myself, my body joined in and it became a purrr.

I like to rub a aI like to rub a rose, petal against my cheek — it feels like kindness.

Quiet corners are my favorite. They feel like secret gardens.

The lavender cookies crumbled soft as whispers — I saved one under my pillow for tomorrow’s dream.

I sat in the window today, the sun tickled my nose.

My diary feels like a hug when I close it.

Meg held my paw today. It warmed me all night.

I like listening more than speaking when the word sound like pretty bows.

I put flowers in the cracked teapot. It became a vase. Everyone recognized it's usefulness.

I baked cookies with hearts inside. and when the others taste them, there's a hearts explosions everywhere.

When Bennie boasted, I told him he was brave. He smiled softer.

I kissed the mirror like I saw Loulou doing, but it didn't kiss me back like it did her.