"Help!" Screams a daisy as she runs right passed me with others trailing behind. The puppy was stationed behind the house, peering into one of the windows. Other flowers were screaming too as they head for the gate door since the whole thing was fenced. But as soon as the last daisy leaves the house, the golden retriever jumps over the rooftop and lands on the other side of the gate, blocking my way into the yard.
They need protection, I ponder as I look around to see something we could hide in.
Suddenly an idea explodes into my head. Thorns, I consider, glancing at my body. My thorns can protect them!
No, a rose would never protect them. I'm to small. Even a worm could protect them better than me.
The dog started surveying the daisies while everyone else moved farther back into the house. Mrs. Daisy was trying to defend the colony with a twig, but I know that won't work. Save the daisies! It doesn't matter if you're not as good as they are, but you have the resources!
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The Lonely Rose
Short StoryThis is a short story I wrote in seventh grade for a contest that won SECOND PLACE!!! The scene takes place in a flower garden where a rose named Rosetta lives. In this story, Rosetta does not like being a rose, but soon leans that it doesn't matter...
