Once there lived a patch of weeds.
The weeds were nice folks, though people didn't like them they always continued to blossum nice yellow flowers.
There lived one weed that was the smallest of them all, though she was the nicest weed ever she was so small that no one could hear her.
Next to the weeds lived a single rose.
The rose was very pretty indeed, but selfish, and ignored the weeds.
each and everyday the littlest weed would visit the rose.
The rose ignored him for a while but later on she only pretended to ignore him, no one acually cared enough to talk to her.
But one day someone steped on the weed.
The rose grew weary as she saw the weed lifeless.
The rose wanted to make sure he was okay but cared too much about what the other flowers would think if she talked to the weed.
The rose started to cry dew drops thinking that the weed was dead "I love you." She said mourning over him.
Unexpectly the weed started to perk up very slowly, and just smiled.
The rose was shocked by this so much that she acually smiled back.
"That was the first thing you ever said to me..." the weed said eagerly smiling big like a little child who discovered something beautiful.
The weed family welcomed the rose with open arms and the rose was never lonely ever again. The end. |
Submission Name: The weed and the rose
