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a little story i did for an english assignment

(we were focusing on "The Tale of Despereaux" btw)

"Chrysanthemums"

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Dear reader, there were once two mice. You may know them as Merlot and Furlough, some of Desperaux's siblings. They too, used to be adventurous like him.

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I walk in the castle gardens with Furlough, tall green forests of grass and towering trees surrounding us. What was a little bit ahead was the treasure, a stunning yellow flower. We were going to use it as decoration for the christmas party. I wasn't sure if we were exactly allowed out outside the castle, but hey, it should be worth it. And if we were quick enough we wouldn't have to tell Ma or Pa.

'Cripes, what are we looking for again?' Furlough asked.

'The flower! The chrysanthemum.' I reply.

'Chrys than the what?' Furlough sounded half sarcastic, and half confused.

'Chrysanthemum.' I correct.

'That's too hard to say.'

I ignore Furlough's words from there, and keep going on.

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Plop

Suddenly my fur on my head is very wet. I look up to see what has happened. Nothing? It just looked like grey looming clouds, blocking out the sunlight. Then, just besides me, a quick drop of water splashes onto the ground besides us. I think I've seen this before, when I was looking out of the window. Ma told us it was called "rain" and that it was an awful phenomenon. I look over to Furlough, who was scurrying around.

'Merlot! We should go back inside! We're gonna die!' Furlough yells.

'Jeez, Furl! I got hit and it wasn't that bad! You can have a bath when we go home anyways. Just this one flower, please? Pleeaasse?' I say. I really need that flower. Furlough turns away for a moment, then manages to decide.

'Gosh, fine.' Furlough sighs as he stumbles on beside me. My walk turns into a scurry, as I race towards the flower, dodging tiny puddles of mud. Furlough is still keeping up, which is nice to see. I'm getting closer to the flower, and it towers over us. I can see masses of soft pink petals, and a soft of long stem.

We get to the flower in no time, and now the falling water, or rain, is getting stronger. We're definitely not getting out of here dry.

'Mer, how are ya goin' to get the flower out?' Furlough asks.

'Chewing the stem', I reply 'You would know.'

I'd expect Furlough to know more about nibbling books and the sort, he seemed quite intent when we were getting lectured on how to get easy food. Perhaps the same would work to extract the chrysanthemum? I get to work right away, as I taste the horrible flavor of... flower stem? Similar to grass. I spit the stuff out, and resort to pulling.

'Hey, help me Furl!' I yell out.

He does what I say and pulls on the stem with me. The flower is dangling above us, curled petals shielding us from the rain. With a bit of clawing and struggle, we eventually break the stem and I immediately hold onto the bottom of the flower (the entire flower flower was as big as me, but quite light in weight), and run off. Furlough also helps, and we have the flower over us, frantically scurrying to the door, jumping inside.

With a doof we find ourselves on the wooden floors of the spiral staircase. We leap and bound up, trying not to trip or fall. Spotting the crack in the walls, we head in, and I am relieved to be in the mouse village again. Huffing and puffing, we walk back to our home, and prop the flower next to the door, it's pastel colors brightening the mood of the lounge room.

'See? How was that?' I ask Furlough, getting a towel.

'Cripes, that was maybe fun.' He mumbles.

I roll my eyes at his response as we await for Ma and Pa to get home.

- The End -

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(isnt this what they call a drabble)