At the raised, drier edges of the peat bog, the flowers were much tinier, like wee jewels among the mossy grass. It was cosy and warm there, so Algy tucked himself in among the waving reeds and grasses, with his back to the wind, and dozed happily for a while in the hazy sunshine.

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