Owltober 2: Betsy

I asked Frank to write a short story for each of my Owltober entries. Here it is:

Betsy is ever so slightly on edge this fine spring morning. Her usual joyous trip to the florist was not without its trifles today, as the usual pansies she regularly uses to garnish her hat were nowhere to be found! Instead her hat is almost toppling under the weight of the rare blue daisy that the florist said went so well with her elegant pink bowler. To top it off, she became so flustered she did not notice the price tag and now she may not have enough change for her morning commute on the Owltown Train! Poor little Betsy!