Where the wind blows.......

Everything was in relevant order and occasional peace as we exactly like it before they took Her from us and our Peachgrove. That awful and inauspicious watery summery evening, something smelled funny in the air. We were cautious, but we were expecting nothing more than a usual attack from our eternal enemies, the calamitous apricots, or a silly and predictable uprising from our bunnies in capture. We were tragically wrong.

The ugly Humen lord and his little rabbit charlatan dressed both in silly stinking Humen clothes came from the sky in a big balloon and took away our beloved Lady of the Peachgrove. We followed the big, magically flying balloon but soon and to our terror it passed the edge of our Peachgrove and later of the Black Forest and flew towards the Humen City, so we could follow no more.......

We don't know which spirit people he had on his side or what malevolent scullywagery was underfoot, but we have to admit that the smelly Humen lord was well prepared and very lucky!

Great investigations and lengthy interrogations are underway in The Wise Black Forest, and we will find who was responsible for this mortal mistake that has cost us so much. Even the uncooperative, secluded and nymphomaniac spiders have spoken and told us about everything that their webs caught and heard!! In other words, EVERY living Forest Soul, Nymphish, sprite-ish, elf-ish, fay-ish, hob-ish, brownie-ish, flying, swimming, glowing, with legs, beaks, tails, wings or many heads or any other contraption that Auntie Nature has conceived after a lot of alcoholic berry juice abuse to jokingly put upon them will cooperate!!

We unanimously decided to build a balloon of our own out of leaves and bunny hair but the wisest of the trees in the Black Forest advised us not to try to replicate Humen "tek-nolo-jee". All of the Old Trees agreed it would spell disaster. We really cannot see what worse could happen, but we listen to the trees and respect their advice. Especially when they hold us forcefully and forbid us to build our balloon.......

Anyway, the choice has been made, and we will be leaving very soon on our Great Mission by other means. One of us is really scared of heights anyway. With your help Humen friends, we will succeed.

We love you,

The 7 Peachlings