Mrs. Foxfire lives in her modest wooden cottage on the south side of the forest bordering strawberry fields. During the day, she collects fragrant herbs and observes dragonflies that flock to the sweet smell of strawberries.
In the early evening, when heaven and earth touch, and the crowns of trees begin to sink in the thick and warm sunset light, it’s time for this lady. The clock strikes 6 times, which means Mrs. Foxfire has to go to work.
She puts on her warmest spiky sweater, pulls her hair into a bun and grabs her magic teapot. The woman tightly closes the door of her house, puts the key under the rug and goes deeper into the forest.
A mysterious lady walks along paths only known to her. As she rubs the barrel of her teapot, small glowing lights fly out of its spout. They light up every corner of the old forest with their soft glow.
If you get lost in the woods late at night, follow the lights, they will show you the way home. And be grateful to Mrs Foxfire, she took care of you.
In the early evening, when heaven and earth touch, and the crowns of trees begin to sink in the thick and warm sunset light, it’s time for this lady. The clock strikes 6 times, which means Mrs. Foxfire has to go to work.
She puts on her warmest spiky sweater, pulls her hair into a bun and grabs her magic teapot. The woman tightly closes the door of her house, puts the key under the rug and goes deeper into the forest.
A mysterious lady walks along paths only known to her. As she rubs the barrel of her teapot, small glowing lights fly out of its spout. They light up every corner of the old forest with their soft glow.
If you get lost in the woods late at night, follow the lights, they will show you the way home. And be grateful to Mrs Foxfire, she took care of you.
