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Bee was sitting in the graveyard and trying to make a wreath the way she saw Fifi do it. She didn't know how she got in the graveyard; she just wanted to be, and poof! She was there! The snow was cold under her feet, and it went all the way up to her ankles when she stepped in it. When she looked back she would see cheerful yellow dandelions where they hadn't been just seconds ago, and it was these that she tried to make a wreath from, but she'd never done it before and the stems kept escaping from her hands.
When she finally got the dandelions to cooperate, she stood up and searched the area; no ghost kitties were awake that night, but she looked towards the edge of the woods and saw two ears poking out of a hole in a tree stump.
Bunny?
The ears were soon followed by a head and a body, as silver as the snow.
Bunny!
She toddled towards the rabbit and held the wreath out, but he jumped up and ran into the woods just as she was about to set it on his head. She let out a yelp of surprise and then of despair before giving chase, kicking up snow and holding the wreath closer to herself. The sky seemed to get darker the further she ran, until the stars were gone and dots of snow drifted lazily towards the ground.
The woods got denser and denser until Bee came to a clearing, having lost sight of the bunny. The leafless trees reached out of the ground like hands, their shadows reaching out with spindly fingers. The bottom of her pajama pants were all soggy from running in the snow.
"Bunny?" Bee called out, her voice echoing.
Something cawed in the distance. Did bunnies caw? A shadow fluttered over her, and she turned around and looked up to see a crow.
"Bye-bye," she told it. She folded her arms the way Helena did when she issued orders, the wreath hanging limply from one hand. The crow didn't leave, its eyes piercing through her as another joined it on the branch. And then another.
"Bye-bye!"
More of the black birds flocked onto the nearby trees, and the first one cawed softly. Bee screamed incoherently at it and stomped her foot; it landed on cold, hard winter ground as she pushed through the thick, silver blanket of snow. She'd already told them to leave! She'd been there first!
Well, she was planning on leaving anyways. So she walked to the other side of the clearing and sat against a tree. First four crows flew away at once, then one, then three, then two.
She curled into a ball, still holding the dandelion wreath, and closed her eyes.
Then she woke up in her bed. She never got to give the bunny the dandelion wreath!
She stood up, seeing that the bottom of her pajama pants were dark and wrinkled, and searched for the wreath; it wasn't in her room. She looked out the window; maybe she'd dropped it at some point? Her own footsteps still trailed from the graveyard to the woods, alongside little pinpricks in the snow where she could've sworn the dandelions had grown, but they weren't there any more than they'd been the day before.
The wreath was hanging on the gate of the graveyard. The flowers on one side of it had turned white and fluffy, not yet freed by the wind.
She decided the ghosts could keep it.