Weekly Prompt #96: Draw or write about your character in a wheat field. Hold the wheat, become the wheat. Be the wheat.
Basil harvested the wheat to themselves, putting them in a single barn house to assort them for future purposes. But as they guarded the wheat, they decided to try and build a tiny hut for themselves out of it. And so, the little plant fae made a small wheat hut, where they fit inside completely, and where no one can intrude their peace.
But then, they hear heavy breathing from the farm entrance.
One thing Basil forgot was that the wheat was supposed to be used to make dough for any pastry. They decided to keep silent for a moment, hoping the person would go away. A voice so gentle calls out to Basil themself, who is hiding in the wheat hut.
"Sweetie," says the voice, "I'm hungry..."
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I WAS BUSY WITH THE CHRISTMAS COMPOSITION FOR YOUTUBE, so I had to speedrun the doodle into finalization. Also, RIP Basil, they made a tiny house that is likely to be consumed.
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