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Painting a Poppyseed Part 2
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The next morning as I flew out of my house and let the breeze glide past my black wings, I heard the tiny voice again.
It whispered, "Hello!"
I flew toward the direction of the voice, right beside the poppyseed flower I helped bloom.
I almost shouted in surprise to hear the young flower talk, "Hello Poppyseed! It was an honor to paint your leaves."
The flower's response:"Thank you for sharing your painting skills. If I could I would paint with you because there are many beautiful colors in The Hallow. How did you learn to paint even though you are a Garden Talent? I would like to know what it is like to be a fairy."
Me: "Well, lovely Poppyseed I can tell you how I learned to paint and what my pixie life all about. I can write it down and then read what I wrote to you."
Poppyseed: "That would be grand! Thank you...what is your name?"
Me: "My name is Rose."
Poppyyseed: "You can call me Poppy."
Me:"I'll start writing right away and will be back shortly. Bye Poppy!"
As I walked away Poppy waves a leaf at to say goodbye.
- Rose
