I'd definitely love to adopt a cornflower, then!
You stand just outside of the adoption center, wringing your hands. It looks very small from the outside, and the stories youâve heard from other people about what its like inside seem to be exaggerated. Thereâs no way a building so small could house what people say it does, could it?
You end up standing there so long, undecided, that Jimmy opens the door and looks out, a warmth in his eyelights.Â
âYer the one here fer the Cornflower, ainât ya?â
You nod, âYes, I am, uh, let me just-â
He waves you off, pushing the door open completely to let you inside. âPapa Fresh is a bit sick right now, so Iâm takinâ over tha adoptions fer now. Right this way, if you would.â
You glance around at the play pens full of life and vibrant colors, some with more muted hues and piles of books rather than sand pits and tiny pools of water.
Youâre led to the little village of houses, right up to the tiny hut that the little group of Cornflowers live in. Jimmy doesnât even have to knock on the door before one of them comes out, tugging on his bandana as he drags a little suitcase behind him. He turns and waves to the group of them that stand to watch him as he leaves.
He looks up at you, and a kind of joy enters his eyes. âHello. Itâs great to make your acquaintance!â
You canât help but smile back. âSame here, little guy.â













