“Open up, Bud!” Daisy called.
“I’m good, thanks,” Bud muttered.
“But it’s a beautiful day!”
“I’d rather stay inside.”
“But you need sunshine to grow!”
“Sunshine smunshine. I’m going back to sleep.”
Bud missed his soft dirt bed.
It was so dark and quiet and cozy.
Why did he have to grow up and become a flower?
Just then, Bud heard a loud “BZZZZ!”
What could it be?
“Be brave, Bud,” he told himself.
He opened his petals just a smidge.
“Hello. May I please have some of your nectar?”
“My nectar?”
“Yes, I need it to make honey. In return, I’ll spread your
pollen so you can make seeds.”
“Seeds? Well…okay.”
He stretched a bit wider.
“Hee-hee-hee! That tickles!”
Bud looked around.
He saw streams of golden sunshine.
Fluffy white clouds.
And flowers of every color.
It was…beautiful.
And Bud bloomed to be part of it.
