Crocutate

The sun cast a broadening late morning amidst a cloud-dotted sky. Within its welcoming rays far across the ocean sat a quaint island. Shallow stream waters flowed beneath squat reeds, spring leaves swirled on the ground in a soft breeze, distant ocean waves battered against jagged rock and sprayed seawater into a salty mist. Natural occurrences on the unknown isolation known to few as Cornibus Isle. The quiet ambience shimmered upon every quarter of the place. No major breaks in the silence were audible and no slumbering beings could be disturbed, especially not a particular little ball of feathers. Light-brown and white in colour and mind fu