Short Story
Small this flower grew up. His stem vibrant green, yellow pedals, blossoming on a sunny day. Cool breeze blowing. "ErrrrwwPOP." Rain slowing began to fall. My pedals are dusty, from my thorns next to the others sunflowers. THIS MEAN now it's time to battle the rain. "ErrrwwPOP" "ErrrwwPOP""ErrrwwPOP." THE END.
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