baccus bee story tree

Cracker Jack stretched as he felt the vines loosen for his nightly release. A bright moonlit night bathed the garden and the surrounding pasture in a soft blue glow. He stood in front of the cross he had just jumped down from, appreciating the serene beauty of the landscape. He loved the bite of the winter's night air across his face. In his present form, he was capable of sensation, though perhaps not as sensitive as in his previous human form. Much like having a phantom limb, the mind plays tricks on the body—Cracker Jack had a phantom body. Winter's light, frigid breeze was his favorite sensation to savor—he was incapable of freezing to death. As he descended from his eternal station into the overgrown grass, three crows flew off with a caw. Their beautiful dark silvery blue feathers, with hints of purple and blue, caught the moonlight. These crows were recurring characters in his nightly routine, and tonight, their caws irritated him. He was halfway shooing them...