Penelope Sprout was an enigma. No one quite knew where she was from, or where she went on to live. Some even questioned if she was real at all. But somehow, when sitting in the coffee shop in the center of a little town called Gerberville, you’d hear her name from time to time. Especially in spring.
“Penelope Sprout has struck again.”
”Did you hear Penelope Sprout is calling for an early spring?”
”I want to be like Penelope Sprout one day.”
The coffee shop was called The Blue Daisy and if you go there today you might still see it. The cobalt blue bricks beamed strangely in contrast to its neighboring boring-brown stores, and giant white petals hung from its awning. If you’re feeling adventurous, try their Daisy Dreamer brew, a creamy coffee concoction created by Penelope (some said). You won’t regret it.