(Pause.)

‘Oh…’ said the first little owl.

‘But…’ said the dishevelled little owl.

‘I don’t think people know what “less” is, do they?

‘Not anymore…

‘not really.’

The ponytail girl sighed.

‘Exactly,’ she said.

‘That’s the whole point.’

(Pause.)

‘Less Honey comes from Less Flowers,’ said the ponytail girl.

‘The bees make them by cross-pollinating

‘Slow flowers

‘with Easy-Does-It ivy

‘and Take-a-Break blossoms.’

She shrugged.

She jiggled her basket.

‘Getting the recipe just right, was tricky,’ she said.

(Pause.)

‘When people taste Less Honey,’ said the ponytail girl,

‘they’ll come to realise that taking small steps

‘is ok.

‘They’ll come to realise that having a tiny to-do list

‘is ok.

‘They’ll come to realise that taking as long as it takes

‘is ok.

‘And they’ll come to realise that sometimes…’

(Pause.)

‘Less, is more,’ said the dishevelled little owl.

(Pause.)

‘Yes,’ said the ponytail girl.