Baogonia walked slowly through the greenhouse, basket in paw. She looked over every single plant as she moved past, deep in thought.
It was that time of year again, when baobears from near and far would travel to pay their respects at the legendary lake and make a wish to the star that fell there oh so long ago.
Baogonia, of course, was one such baobear. She had decided that this year, her gift to the star was going to be a fresh batch of handmade potpurri. She had a biiii...
