COBWEB ( A nod to Shakespeare)

Peas-blossom flapped her tiny wings angrily.

' Hurry up now . Titania is waiting for that boysenberry garland to decorate her summer bower.'

Moth and Mustard seed gently placed the bare branches in her tiny hands.

' And where are all the berries?'

Shame-faced, Cobweb peered guiltily from behind a toadstool. Her gossamer wings and mouth dotted with stains - a very deep shade of blue.