FLOEZ, a powerpoint experience curated by YungPotters

And a lonely howl breaks the silence, because in the forest there the shaggy is scrubbing his fur on bark. He has no one to pluck the burrs from his fur. He had a difficult childhood and now longs for love. Will he find it? He is only looking for someone to feed him. Will he be fed? Will you do it? Feed him! For the witch will not, she is good, but she follows her own ways. The forest woman sharpens her claws where the fir trees grow thicker, that the wind here sounds like one you know. A bell in the branches. It jingles when something is caught between shards of clay and dew. There was one who had tasted the witches drink, and a red salamander had crawled out of its throat, and before the animal could have been crushed, it had already scampered across moss and tof to where the firs grew thicker and the good witch dwelt. This is the story of FLOEZ. And it will always remain so.