The sun beamed merrily down on the quaint village. It’s rosy roofs unfurled from the village center like petals; the streets gleamed like dark green vines. In the pastures nearby, fleecy sheep munched on the sweet grass. All in all it was a sight of perfect tranquility. Which is why the wolf was hiding behind the woods, where the sun could not see. He had learned what the sun’s watchful happiness cost.
17 June 2016, 72 words, music + Latin translations + research