It’s not that Tikki didn’t like it; it was secure and fragrant… She just couldn’t enjoy it. (Tikki, by the way, is a fairy who lived in a pink rose). She wanted to see the outside world. Rosie came to the garden everyday; she picked raspberries for her younger brother. (Rosie, I once again forgot to introduce, was a little girl with freckled cheeks)
Gaze, the bee, often told Tikki, “You are supposed to live here. Please don’t look for anything better.” “‘Better’ is always better”, Tikki would think to herself. One day she flew out – the rose was in full bloom.
The sky was aplomb with sun, white puffy clouds that never rain, and, lots of birds. Tikki felt scared of the robin that had perched on the garden wall, but, she decided to approach it. The robin flew away. Disheartened, Tikki considered talking to the parrot on mango tree. He looked good. Flapping her tiny wings, she made it to the tree. The parrot looked at it with interested eyes.
Encouraged, Tikki asked him if he could give her a ride around the garden. Nodding his head, he asked her to sit on his back. As they soared upwards, Tikki looked down at the big garden. She exclaimed with joy, “Hurray!”
Just then robin came back and bumped into the parrot. “Ouch!” She ejaculated. The parrot apologized grimly and asked Tikki if she wanted to go back yet.
Taking the cue, Tikki agreed.
As they flew down, Gaze waived a ‘Hi’ to Tikki. She smiled. As she landed safely in her pink rose, she sent up a prayer of thanks to Almighty, and, prayed for her life thereafter.
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