There once was a princess who lived in a rose. It was a precious home, fragrant, with soft petal-pillows all around. She was happy and safe there, and she would often invite her bee friends over for flower-pollen biscuits and rosehip tea. Her rose castle was sheltered from the wind, rain and sun by an overhanging yew tree, and she was cozy-comfortably in the little life she led there.
And then, one day, some giant clippers separated her cozy rose home from the other flowers in her rosebush neighborhood, and she floated into an arrangement with some strangers in their peony houses, along with one ethereal beauty in a lily-of-the-valley.
But in spite of the beauty of the floral composition, and in spite of the fact that she was now even better protected from the wind and rain and sun, our little princess was very unhappy. She did not like living in a work of art; she wanted to go back outdoors with her wonderful bee friends! Her neighbors were grouchy and mean, and her lovely home's fragrance was becoming overpoweringly sweet. Even the petal-pillows had begun to lose their softness.
And so, the rose princess decided to bake one last batch of pollen biscuits, pack the last of her reshape tea and leave her ruined flower castle behind. She climbed down the stock, jumping from thorn to thorn, until she reached a very narrow, smooth ledge. Glass dropped sharply away on both sides: flower stems in murky water on one side, and a dark, flat expanse on the other. She opted for the side without water and slid all the way down.
She landed with a thump and looked up. Her old home towered far above her, and she marveled at how far she had traveled in such a short period of time. And then she noticed that the air smelled much fresher down on the flatland--though not at all like her old home. She knew she couldn't stay at the base of this glass mountain, though, so she trekked across the mesa until she found herself in the shadow of a steep overhang.
Large letters on the side said "Telephone Directory" in bold black font, though, properly speaking, our little princess only knew how to read Egyptian hieroglyphics. She was resting against the spine of the book when suddenly two giant tentacled pink aliens reached down to grab it. She had no choice but to hold on and fly through the air with the book until it landed with a thud on a high wooden shelf. Once again, she slid down a precariously smooth surface until she was once more on level ground.
She looked out over the vast area she had traversed--a great chasm now lay between her and the high plateau she had first crossed, and then, off in the distance, her wilted palace with its noisy neighbors. Those giant pink tentacles were attached to a bright purple sweater, which sat under a pretty face, which was, at this exact moment, hovering quite near her old home with a beautiful smile.
At first, she was glad of it: "At least someone can still enjoy its beauty". And then she was furious, for if that woman hadn't cut her rose from its bush, she would still be enjoying its beautiful fragrance -- comfy and cozy and without a care in the world.
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(To be Continued)
And then, one day, some giant clippers separated her cozy rose home from the other flowers in her rosebush neighborhood, and she floated into an arrangement with some strangers in their peony houses, along with one ethereal beauty in a lily-of-the-valley.
But in spite of the beauty of the floral composition, and in spite of the fact that she was now even better protected from the wind and rain and sun, our little princess was very unhappy. She did not like living in a work of art; she wanted to go back outdoors with her wonderful bee friends! Her neighbors were grouchy and mean, and her lovely home's fragrance was becoming overpoweringly sweet. Even the petal-pillows had begun to lose their softness.
And so, the rose princess decided to bake one last batch of pollen biscuits, pack the last of her reshape tea and leave her ruined flower castle behind. She climbed down the stock, jumping from thorn to thorn, until she reached a very narrow, smooth ledge. Glass dropped sharply away on both sides: flower stems in murky water on one side, and a dark, flat expanse on the other. She opted for the side without water and slid all the way down.
She landed with a thump and looked up. Her old home towered far above her, and she marveled at how far she had traveled in such a short period of time. And then she noticed that the air smelled much fresher down on the flatland--though not at all like her old home. She knew she couldn't stay at the base of this glass mountain, though, so she trekked across the mesa until she found herself in the shadow of a steep overhang.
Large letters on the side said "Telephone Directory" in bold black font, though, properly speaking, our little princess only knew how to read Egyptian hieroglyphics. She was resting against the spine of the book when suddenly two giant tentacled pink aliens reached down to grab it. She had no choice but to hold on and fly through the air with the book until it landed with a thud on a high wooden shelf. Once again, she slid down a precariously smooth surface until she was once more on level ground.
She looked out over the vast area she had traversed--a great chasm now lay between her and the high plateau she had first crossed, and then, off in the distance, her wilted palace with its noisy neighbors. Those giant pink tentacles were attached to a bright purple sweater, which sat under a pretty face, which was, at this exact moment, hovering quite near her old home with a beautiful smile.
At first, she was glad of it: "At least someone can still enjoy its beauty". And then she was furious, for if that woman hadn't cut her rose from its bush, she would still be enjoying its beautiful fragrance -- comfy and cozy and without a care in the world.
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(To be Continued)
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