Everywhere Martha looked were shimmering rainbow bubbles. Drifting through the pink-tinged air on a fragrant breeze, resting on the ground, the rocks, and the plants, floating on the purple water of the stream that wound through a lavender coloured meadow… It was like being inside a bottle of pink champagne.
“This is fantastic! Where do they come from?”
“Oh, out of the ground mostly, especially after a heavy rain. The native creatures live most of their lives beneath the surface. Just be careful not to burst any of the bubbles.”
“They’re pretty to look at but they smell awful.”