Fancy noticed them whispering, and tried to ignore it. Still, she couldn’t help but overhear some of the comments.
“It just scorches me how she’s bringing down our property values,” said the bluebell behind the windmill.
“She’s the wrong color to be living here. She must know she doesn’t belong,” said a gangly bluebell by the fence.
Fancy tried to make herself seem as inconspicuous as possible, bending her pastel pink head to one side to reduce her size.
“Stop slouching,” admonished Petal, her best friend who grew right beside her.
“Easy for you to say,” replied Fancy.
Petal sighed a flutter in the breeze, but didn’t answer. She was tall and strong and had the sweetest scent in town, a fact which made her the envy of all who knew her.
Fancy, on the other leaf, didn’t have much scent. This wasn’t unusual for her kind, she knew many…
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