It was the first day of May. Zhenya was back in Russia with her Grandpapi and Babushka, as she liked to call them. They were sitting outside in the chilly Spring, eating breakfast when she joined them
"Ahh, Zhenya," they greeted her.
She sat down with them and grabbed some crumpets and a hot mug of chocolate. She gobbled everything up.
"Grandpapi are we going to plant the Orange Grass today? You said the first day of May is the best day to plant it!" she said.
He laughed his jolly laugh, "Of course Burtie, ve can do dat!"