On the last day of November Mrs. Renard was alone in the post office. She used the new stamp of Plumcake: it was purple and formed a tiny muffin like on the flag of the village. Suddenly she heard something noisy.
Miss Buttercup run into the office.
Mrs. Renard: Hello, Blanche! How are you? Is everything all right?
Miss Buttercup: Hello, Grace! I am so excited!
Mrs. Renard: What happened?
Miss Buttercup: You know, I have an old friend, a pen pal. We met when we were little children. And today, he comes to meet again!
Mrs. Renard: So this will be the second time? Fantastic news!
Miss Buttercup: Because your husband is the driver, I came to ask you when the bus arrives?
Mrs. Renard: It will arrive in ten minutes. Grant will come here to go home together.
Miss Buttercup: So I have to go now! Bye-bye!
Mrs. Renard: Bye, Blanche! Have a nice afternoon!
Miss Buttercup was hiding in the bushes at the station when the bus arrived. She was a bit jumpy. There were many villagers but just one of them a stranger. A young bull got off last. He brought a bunch of flowers.
Miss Buttercup: Bud! Bud Barley! Welcome to Plumcake! Nice to meet you again!
Mr. Barley: Blanche? Blanche Buttercup? Hello, nice to meet you! Here, this is for you.
Miss Buttercup: Thank you, Bud! Beautiful flowers!
Mr. Barley: You are beautiful, too... Er... I mean... I hardly recognise you.
Miss Buttercup: It was fifteen years ago, do you remember?
Mr. Barley: You can not forget.
Mr. Barley: That will be great!
And they went to Miss Buttercup's little cottage near the woods. Blanche made a cup of tea and they took place in the tiny living room.
Mr. Barley: It is really cosy. To tell the truth strawberry is my favorite fruit, too.
Mr. Barley: Delicious! I must go there once.
Miss Buttercup: How long can you stay here in Plumcake? I would show you everything if you would like!
Mr. Barley: I reserved a room in a hotel near here, so I think I can stay a few days.
Miss Buttercup: Great news! I am so happy to see you!
Mr. Barley: Me, too! I expected a funny little girl with huge bows on her ears and what I see now is a pretty young lady!
Miss Buttercup: Oh, I am blushing... And you are no longer that little boy in his Indian headdress with many long colourful feathers...
Mr. Barley (smiling): I think I will have a wonderful week here!
They just talked and talked... And they were very happy together.
To be continued... :)