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Thursday, April 7, 2011

A Sort of Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, there lived a girl who loved flowers.  In fact, her very best friends were flowers.  She lived in a small cottage on the edge of the forest with her doting father.  She awoke every morning to a colorful garden full of blossoms singing in perfect harmony.  She danced down the stairs and out the door into the lovely fresh air where she sat on a large smooth stone and talked to her beautiful flower friends.  She loved spending every day in the garden listening to the roses, daisies, and daffodils tell her stories of life in the forest.
    
    "The forest is full of magic!" exclaimed the roses.
    "Yes, magic and unicorns!" added the daisies.
    "Deep in the heart of the forest, there is a waterfall that shines like diamonds," the daffodils shared.
    "Oh!  How I wish we could all go into the forest together!" the girl cried.  
    "No, we can't go there.  When your father planted us in the garden, we agreed never to return to the forest," the flowers said.  "Although the forest is beautiful, it is dangerous.  You are a delicate girl; the garden is the perfect place for you."

And so the girl stayed in the garden, but she dreamed of the forest.  One day she heard a beautiful ethereal voice coming from beyond the walls of the garden.  Despite the warning from the flowers, the girl ventured beyond the garden walls in search of the voice.  The forest grew darker as she walked further and further away from the safety of the garden.  Suddenly, it was quite dark and she was quite alone.  However, before panic could set in, she stepped into a clearing flooded with sunshine.  A tall regal tree stood at the center of the clearing singing.  This tree, the source of the beautiful music, had long elegant branches covered in soft pink and purple blossoms.  The girl had never seen anything so beautiful!
    
   "Welcome," the tree called.  "Come closer.  Take a blossom from my branches.  It is filled with the most wonderful nectar!"

The girl approached with great enthusiasm.  With each step, though, she began to feel weaker.  Her eyes watered and her throat burned.  When she finally made it to the tree and smelled the sweet flower, she suddenly lost her sense of smell and burst into violent fits of sneezing.  

    "What have you done to me?" cried the girl.
    "You should never have trespassed here!" yelled the tree.  "You are far to delicate and should never have left your little garden!  Go back where you belong!"

The girl turned around and ran for safety, which was very difficult since she could neither see nor breath.  When, at long last, she hobbled back into the garden, she ran into cottage and slammed the door behind her.  She never ventured out of doors again.

The moral of the story:  Allergies are no fun.  All of these spring plants may be pretty, but they'll try to kill you.  For serious.  

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