Winter bonfire

In the early spring morning, Dewey Hornbim and his daughter Heisel as usual walked and collected dew from wild forest flowers. The winter cold was still far away, but the inhabitants of the Rainbow village had already begun to prepare for the holiday of the winter fire, which they celebrated every year on the egg hill. The heat of the fire warmed their hearts in the middle of winter, when the days became short, and the nights were long and dark. All the inhabitants of the magical village were waiting for this holiday with impatience, especially children.
Summer quietly ran, autumn flashed and winter came. And then Dewey Hornbim and his wife positioned in the cellar of his cozy house to check the reserves. There, in pine barrels, a variety of dew varieties were stored! Each variety had a unique taste and was called the same as the flower from which this dew was collected.
- So-so, position,- said Dewey. - What three barrels will we take this year on the holiday of the winter fire?
This is a difficult choice, ”the wife thought. - dew "May bell" in this