This for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers challenge.
“This is the life. The good life. A warm, still, sunny day. Acres of clover and buttercup, a good handful of yarrow, a soupçon of pale dog-violets and a pinch of thyme. And that’s just the hors d’oeuvres.
“No beasts of burden or humans tramping on my food, the whole place to myself. Ne’er a worry in the world.
“Rats. Who’s this?
“Hello. Go away! Scoot! Have you booked? Private party. By invitation only.
“What? What? What’s that you’re saying? What’s the buzz? Stop flapping those wings. Speak up now.
“What? What? Insecti-what?
“Oh. Insecticide. Oh. Oh dear.
“I think I’ll skip the main dish.”