Song of the mind

My mother Yrda gave me a gift
It was hand stitched
It was a beautiful hooded dress
A lovely shade of brown
Perfect for travelling in
Perfect to hide my face from spies
Perfect to sit within nature and able to blend in

I within secondes slipped it on
It was a perfect fit
I kissed her on the cheek
Then paraded around in it

After montrer it off
She braided my hair
I pulled up my hood
Carefully trying not to damage my hair

Fizzgig saw me leave on the border of the village
He tried to catch me up
I could hear him whinging behind me

I ran deeper into the swamps
Fizzgig no longer behind me
He must have...