LIfe as a FLOWER...

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Hello, anonymous!
Thank you for the suggestion on life as a flower...
We are very sorry that we hadn't noticed it before.
I was just browsing through comments and this was on our 100th post and we are now at 206 posts, so, I guess we could have been a little quicker!!!

 Let's begin...
I woke up feeling extremely confused, like every other day.

 I was thirsty and just letting in the carbon dioxide in exchange for oxygen. 

 As I ate up most of the food I had mad yesterday, I thought of what I should do today.

 Should I make food?

 Or should I move to the sun...

 Should I smile brightly at people walking by?

 Or should I let out a smell so bad that it would scare them away...

 I decided to wait a while and see what the day would bring me to do, and as I was considering moving towards the sun, a strong wind blew, and a huge, dark, menacing cloud moved in front of the sun, blocking it from my view.

 The gust of wind also tore at my petals, sending a few flying far away and finally settling on the nearby grass.

 By this time, rain had started to fall, quenching my thirst and giving me my early morning shower.
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 It was so windy and rainy that I felt drowsy and slowly, a few of my precious seeds escaped from my grips and spiralled away through the raging wind. They too, sat on the grass.

 Unable to contain myself, I fell into a deep sleep, the rain tickling me and the wind rocking me back and forth. 

 When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't at all upright.

 My pot had fallen and my petals, stem and leaves were crushed under the weight of moist soil.

 I couldn't see anything - my head was buried under the soil, and for a while, I felt as if I was dead, but only until gentle hands lifted me upright and stabbed a stick in the soil next to me, resting me on it.

 Life was much easier after that - I didn't even need to hold myself upright!!!

!~Great~!

 If anything interesting happens to me, I'll let you know - I am flower!

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