rough idea

Oce upon a time, there was a packet of seeds. iy had a pretty label that read wildflowers. The packet had alovely picyure of what the seeds would become if nurtured properly. the instructions on the back said to toss them around on the ground where you wished the wildflower to grow.

While in transit the seeds began talking and one seed asked each other whereare you from? eachhad atale of how they came from a beautiful flower, their mother was beautiful and they were foing to look just like that oneday,it's all inside. so in their packet they lived for weeks, which became months, until a woman purchased the packet and read on the back what time of year to plant them.

At home the lady put potting soil in ten containers and then prepared her daughters for the event of planting the seeds. Everyone was excited. The little women asked where wil we put them? the lady explained that they ought to go on the windowsill because they needed sun light. "Just like us!" cried a little girl who then asked to go outside.

each day the children rushed to see if their seed had grown. under ground one little seed complained loudlt, "I'm so thirsty I think I'll die if I don't get a drink pretty soon. The little girl asked her mother for a sip of water, then after she drank she gave some to each of the seeds, Something magical happened!

The seeds sprouted, and grew roots. but nothing that the girls could see. Thn the mother bought a pitcher for watering flowers and said, I think that they need water. The little girl though, Bah, I already gave them water and nothing worked.

But after a few more days, the seeds poked up through the dirt! They made it through! when the children saw it they were so excited that they pulled each one up root and all. wating the flowers so badly.

The mother came in and saw the girls comparing the sprouts to the flowers on the package. They called to her and said, "mom, I think you got ripped off. These are not flowers just look at them!" Flustered, the mother only had time to wisk up the flowers and toss them in the yard to die peacefully.

But unknown to them, they took root and grew happily in the yard, jut outsidethe window the girls saw a lvely path of flowers. "Oh, mama! thank you for getting us some flowers!' The girls cried out.

The mother went and looked, sure enough theu had survived that, too, and became what they had inside them! She pondered in her heart if she ought to explain the genetic miracle to her little ones and figured they would be able by chance to learn far greater truths, so she just let them quietly observe.

All together the flowers looked lovely with enough grass to off set their beauty. but one little seed felt gipped. "My mother flower was never pink or pretty at all anyway." cried the flower even after it had survived to bloom. I wil neve be as perfect as those tall pink flowers, said the little short orange bloom.

The came the girls who had found a pair of scissors and were acheing to give them a try. "OH, look here! Mom would love to have a vase of these pretty pink flowers to go with her new table cloth." the children all agreed so the cut and arranged the flowers, leaving the Tiger lily alone.

"Mom, mom, look at what we got for you!", said the children handing a boquet. It was perfect she thought, so she put then in a vase, and thanked her little ones and took the sissors away. "Story time!" she called them all in for naptime and told them the tale of an orchid that took many years to grow, but became the loveiest flower. "Now children, remember that every flower has its own purpose just as each of you have different destinies. Some will be put in a vase an others will bloom only after years of nurturing, but everyone belongs for a reason." the kids all fell asleep and dremed of meadows of flowers.

The mother went outside to fix any damage she found. but suprised she found the path of flowerswaseven more lovely with the pink ones gone. The others might not make a pretty boquet, but they really made her yard morebeautiful and caused hr to smile more than the boquet of frshly cut flowers did. She took a deep breath and then ran inside.

And as it ended the orange flowers returned each year and often are seen and admired. now know as classic or annuals as are the irises and buttercups. The End.