The Destiny of the Dandelion Seeds

The meadow was alive; insect life began to prepare for the end of warm weather, and the plants enjoyed themselves before the cold that was sure to come. The tall grasses swayed to the gentle gale that blew across the sunny land, whistling quietly.

A dandelion in the meadow awoke to the sun, streaching it's petals open in the warmth. It wouldn't be long, now. It would have to make seed and usher it's young ones to go out and grow. But until then- it would bask happily in the sun...

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