Life in that small village went on normally. Spring melted into a sweltering Summer. Summer cooled to a pleasant Autumn. And Autumn eventually froze to a harsh Winter. The seasons didn't matter to the girl. Her flowers bloomed even in the hardest freeze. She always wore the same thing. Her hair was always the same style. The villagers were used to her coming into the village on market days carrying her little basket of mystical flowers. They all loved her silent cheerfulness. Her cute smile warmed up even the coldest Winter morning. The whole village loved her like a daughter. Everyone, except of course, but that boy. Still scorned from his embarrassment, he grew angry every time he saw that strange girl and her wicked flowers. Today was the day he planned his revenge. After the market had come to a close, the girl gathered up her remaining flowers as the villagers tried to get her to take some extra clothing and food. This Winter was especially harsh and they'd hate to see the poor strange girl suffer through it. She kindly refused with a nod of her head and started toward her home. The boy began to follow a ways behind the unsuspecting girl. He followed her into the woods. The trees grew thicker and thicker the deeper they went in and the boy thought this girl was surely mad. The woods is a dangerous place even for him. But still he trekked on following the girl as she moved swifter through the woods like the wind itself. Finally, they came to a clearing filled with her flowers. The clearing looked and felt as nice and warm as a summer day. The flowers all hummed when the girl entered. She smiled and delicately felt each flower tenderly as though they were her children. The boy stayed away from the clearing and watched the girl from atop a tree. She wandered to each part of the clearing and took care of each of her flowers. After each flower was happy and humming softly, the strange girl yawned and stretched and laid down in her flowerbed where each petal cuddled her. Some flowers released a sleeping powder into the air and soon even the boy was asleep in his tree.
