A delicate beautiful paper flower was grown out of the best plot of soil in all the land. A sweet kind boy saw the flower and plucked it. He wanted to give it to the girl he held closest to his heart. She live a few miles away and journey wouldn't be easy. It would be rough and the flower was so very delicate. If he could get it there intact, however, it would prove his love for her. The winds blew, the rocks fell, the path grew steep, and still the boy pushed on. Months later, he arrived at the girls house and gave her the flower. She loved it and cared for it diligently. Together they were so happy. The girl knew the boy loved her and the boy knew the girl cared for his work and time and appreciated all his effort. Months passed. Then years. The two pressed on. The flower wilted, lost color; they watered it. It got better. Then some more time passed and the roots grew but the petals fell and the thing was no longer a flower but a shoot and some roots. Times were tough and the couple almost split up - but they perserved and relied on eachother some more. The roots grew a little deep. Some winds came along and clears the shoot to a little numb. The boy and girl never talked but held hands at the end of the day. Thier flower became a potato. A nourishing potato that sprouted a plant which flowered, however
A naked mole rat came and ate the whole thing.
Sometimes there just isn't anything you can do.
:P
Glad that our flower was rock baby.
:-)
-S
