Soon, a tired little sparrow stepped inside with rain still clinging to its feathers. The little fox quietly placed the warm mug into its tiny wings, and the room instantly felt brighter.
As the rain tapped softly against the windows, the sparrow smiled over every sip. Outside, the hydrangeas glistened with raindrops, as though they were smiling too.
One afternoon, she noticed a little ceramic mug with a tiny chip along its rim. Though it was never displayed on the front shelf, it was always carefully polished until it shone.