Miss Koko Loco

Miss Koko Loco twirled joyfully through her flower garden, her wide sunhat tilted just so, catching the morning light. The blossoms swayed as if dancing with her, each petal whispering secrets only she could hear. Humming to her roses, she gently trimmed their leaves, pausing now and then to sip lemonade from a polka-dotted cup. Bees buzzed like tiny trumpets around her, celebrating another day of magic in

Miss Koko Loco’s blooming paradise.