Jaron

Once upon a time, a little girl was walking in a big, big field.

In that field, there were daisies and roses and dandilions with little wiffy stems and seeds that blew off into the wind, sprinkling the world with a little bit of joy for each little boy and each little girl that watched, just watched, for those little dandelions to grow and sprout into big dandelions, when they could blow on them, and then they would scatter, and go into the wind again.

Goodness, they were so pretty, and the little children loved those dandelions, but the violet foxpaws were their favorite. (I don't remember the real name, but they look like foxpaws, so they'll be foxpaws from now until forever.) The little children just sat and watched those foxpaws, and watched, and watched... and watched... and watched... and watched...

Well, one day, that little, little girl was walking along that field amongst the daisies and the roses and the dandelions (which the little children loved; remember?), and she gave a little "huff", and she gave a little "puff", and she blew those dandelions across the country and across the continent, and they travelled and they travelled and they travelled.

The little girl didn't know this, so she kept on walking and walking, and walking, and walking, and walking. Finally, she came across a rose patch. She said, "Hello, mister Rose. What are you doing here?" And the Mister Rose replied, "I am here to bring joy to all the little children, but I have been spurned and forsaken. Will you bring back my joy?"

Now, the little girl, not to be mean (because she was a very well mannered little girl) gave her word to Mr. Rose, saying, "Yes sir, Mr. Rose. I will bring back the little children who bring you so much joy."

So the little girl travelled far and wide, searching for other little children. Far and wide, far and wide she travelled just looking and looking and looking... until she found one little boy.

"Little boy!," she cried. "What are you doing?" And the little boy was by a little stream, crying. So the little girl (who had been asked by Mr. Rose to find little children to appreciate it) asked the little boy (who had never even heard or Mr. Rose), "What are you doing? Why are you crying?"

The little boy looked up with teary, bleary eyes and said to the little girl, "I am crying because I lost my rose! I am crying because I lost my dandelion seed! I am crying because I lost my foxpaw!"

The little girl sat beside this little boy and cried with him, because it was a long, long journey to the rose and the dandelion seed and the foxpaws, and she cried and she cried and she cried and the river turned into the ocean. The ocean turned into the sea, and the sea turned into the galaxies.

Now, before the galaxies turned into the universe, and the universe turned into the multiverse, the little girl looked into the little boy's eyes and she took his hand. She lead him across the fields, she lead him across the multiverse and universe and galaxies and seas and oceans and rivers and tears, and she lead him across the plains and fields of wheat and corn and everything else that farmers grow, and she lead him to Mr. Rose.

When the little boy saw Mr. Rose, he crawled over to him (and did not stand because he was so very, very tired. Running galaxies can be a very, very difficult job, after all.) He ran across the fields, when he saw Mr. Rose, and he threw his arms around the rosebush.

He cried, "I love you, Mr. Rose!" as his arms bled and his eyes weeped, and the rosebush's thorns pricked his arms and the little boy bled and cried and the rosebush's thorns buried themselves into his heart, and then the little boy bled and cried and bled and cried and bled and cried...

J.R.V.A.

Wowww..... very nice, twisted ending... thanks for sharing

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart