Another Shroomy Dawn

Hop.
Hop again.

A rabbit jumping through bushes, Hop, and hop again. Little brown furry ball with ears flailing. It jumps through bushes and over streams. With the sun running low it looks picturesque. And the end was always the same, a nice hoard of brown leaves, maybe a few strains of lavender and a small brown-white bird hopping around. And then there, like planted by the Yavanna just moments ago. A beautiful brown-golden mushroom.

Hopping goes the rabbit, closer to the shroom, nibbling at the shroom's trunk, getting it loose. Then skillfully plucking it in its little teeth and hopping away again. Through bushes and over streams, where does it go? Well it hops right to a small bundle of clothes lying inside a wicker basket. Then when it gets there, the rabbit stands on its two hind feet and its two front paws on the basket edge, in there a small, giggling hobbit infant, tears already dry after the rabbit cared for the little hobbit infant earlier.

The rabbit gave the little hobbit infant the mushroom, who started to nom it. She was happy, it was a good mushroom, and the rabbit was a good finder of the mushroom. And at night, the rabbit will lie on top of the little hobbit infant, warming her with its furry body. Together they were so small, and so well hidden, animals and wild things didn't find them. And they were left alone.

Feay woke up, stretching while lying on top of the tree’s branch. Her rabbit Hopwë lying cozily in her oversize mushroom-y hat. She had the same dream before, was that her? She wonders, she can't remember. Just as she can’t remember the few other dreams she had with fire, screams and a yell “mama!” but she never can remember that one. For that she is glad, that dream is a nightmare to her, and so far the only one she gets. But fortunately most of her dreams are about mushrooms, sometimes about the places she has been. Hopwë has been leading them on like crazy.

And now she is here, chilling in a tree, a party she apparently joined up with below. Wonder what they dream about. The two dwarves, what were their names again? Fratty and Wittkun? Eh she has never been great with names. It takes a while to remember them. It's why she names her shrooms just how she wants them. Like she already gave up with the elves. There male elf 01 and female elf 01. Easy. She does know the names of the humans though, they’re easy. There Tivlyn, she mispronounced a few times when they just met so she learned it now. She is a kind and pretty woman, and very interesting in the shrooms Feay has in her Shroominal and there is Flent. Easy to remember that one because it sounds like flint and Feay is 100% sure Flent hoards mushrooms in his beard. That man is less-washed than Feay, and for a hobbit living in the wilds, that's saying.

Hopwë wakes up and does a little stretch and a yawn. Nodding to herself and Hopwë, Feay knows it's once again time for the morning routine! Though it does now remind her again of her dream, that rabbit she saw, is striking resemblance to Hopwë. Maybe it is the same… And Hopwë has been with her for as long as she can remember. She knows there is something unique about this rabbit, always knew. But she doesn’t mind. Hopwë and Feay, they’re a team and unbreakable.
Speaking of breaking, it's time for the daily mushroom-breakfast hunt. Nothing beats fresh plucked shrooms in the morning.

She lets Hopwë climb on top of her shoulder and grabs her large hat with two hands and jumps off the tree branch, letting the air catch into the hat and fall down softly like a parachute. Landing, and puts her hat back on and lets Hopwë jump to the ground.
“Alright! Let's go find some breakfast!”