Poppy

Ever since Grandma told them the story of the poppy girls, Linda has wanted to sleep with the poppies. In her dreams, she can still hear the gentle rustling of their delicate dresses as they dance with the wind.

Linda blinks, opens her eyes and stretches, and her thoughts immediately wake up: Is the poppy perhaps a flower of the moon? Is its medicine dreaming? She hadn't found anything about them in her book “Wildnis Wissen/Wilderness Knowledge”.

Linda jumps up: «Now I'm really hungry and looking forward to my breakfast!»