Green, Boat, Sigh
A fairy named Daffodil looked out of her flower bed, smiling and picking pollen out of her hair. The stuff does tend to stick, doesn’t it? She wrapped the pollen in a soft green blade of grass and climbed onto the back of a large bumblebee.
“On we go then Zumble, let’s hit that daffodil over there.” The bee took off lazily, swooping left and right before he reached the flower. What a beautiful day for pollen duty, she thought. “Hey, you wanna go for a dip after we finish?” She asked Zumble. Zzz. “Ooh, I’ll take that as a yes!” She said laughing, as she slid off of his back. She spread the pollen around, gathered more from the flower and loaded it into the leaf. Read the rest of this entry