The morning of Miele's birthday was cold, windy and the sky was paved with dark clouds, the heart chilling breeze enough to freeze someone's heart.
Flora's gift to miele was all wrapped up, untouched and covvered, Miele had safe Flora's present till last. "Won't you open my gift, Miele?" Snapped Flora. "Flo!" Scorned Bloom. "Why are you 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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