Papa Rabbit hammers a squeaky hinge. A woodpecker taps back. The loud clatter echoes.
He scrubs the steps until they shine. Pine scent fills the air. He wipes his brow with a checkered cloth.
Three mismatched cups sit on the table. One tips over. Water splashes onto his whiskers.
A shadow falls across the tea set. Peter hops onto the railing. He holds out a bright red maple leaf.
They sit side by side. Steam rises from their cups. The wind whispers through the trees.
Silence settles comfortably. Papa Rabbit watches the steam rise. The day feels perfect.
A breeze rustles the leaves. The oak branch creaks softly. Peace hangs in the air.
The sun dips lower. Shadows stretch long. It is time for rest.
