While the little wombette was snuggling under some large sacks of .....stuff......in the sleigh, a dream began forming in her little head. The fresh green grass that grew in abundance near her home burrow suddenly started growing flowers of all colours, yellow, red, orange, even some purple (the bruised ones trodden on by clumsy walkers) growing taller and taller, while little elves started popping their teeny little heads out of the flower centres. The purple flower elves had tiny black eyes.

From the tree above there came a deep growl......

"Could it be a fearsome drop bear?" she asked herself in her dream?