The morning of Miele's birthday was cold, windy and the sky was paved with dark clouds, the hart-, hart chilling breeze enough to freeze someone's heart.
Flora's gift to miele was all wrapped up, untouched and covvered, Miele had veilig Flora's present till last. "Won't u open my gift, Miele?" Snapped Flora. "Flo!" Scorned Bloom. "Why are u acting like this? Your not yourself!" "Oh don't worry, i want to open Flora's present..." Insisted Miele, quickly tending to the wrapping, undoing the bow and ripping the wrapping to reveal her laurell-leaf crown.
"It's very pretty." She mused, taking her daisy...
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