Leaf 4: Big and Small Things

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So, remember how I was telling you about how I woke up in the Daffodil Field on the day I was born?

It was all yellow! The field was so beautiful. I wanted to see more of it.

I peeked out of my flower a bit more.

Beyond the yellow sea of daffodils there was a sea of green. In front of me was a sign saying “Farm“. And a pathway!

The Daffodil Farm

I walked on the pathway for a while, until I got to a crossroads.

The road to Cowentry

There I saw a helpful green arrow which said “Cowentry way“. This sounded exciting. Maybe it was a village or a town!

I followed the arrow and there, in the sun, on the new mown grass, I saw something standing…

SOMETHING HUGE!

Or, rather, someONE huge.

Someone HUGE!

She didn’t see me at first.

“Hello?”

I got closer and said:

Hello!”

She looked up, stopped chewing and said:

Moo!”

This means “Hello” in Cowish. How do I know this? I am not quite sure. I guess all Daffodilfolk are born with the knowledge of other languages!

Distant bells, new mown grass …Smells so sweet

My name is Mr Daffodil! And who are you?“, I asked.

Mooo.

This was Cowish for “Daisy”.

“Nice to meet you, Daisy! You also have a flower name!”

“M-Mooo.”

At that point I got slightly scared because what she had said translated loosely as “Yeah… You look tasty!” in Cowish. I noticed that Daisy was in the middle of eating lunch, and that her lunch consisted of some of my relatives, Grasses and Clovers.

But I decided I wouldn’t be a coward. Besides, Daisy seemed quite friendly.

“Daffodils are yellow and friendly, but we are not tasty at all,” I pointed out.

Moo? Mooo-o. Moo,” Daisy said with some disappointment.

What a relief! This meant “Oh, I see. Well, actually, I wasn’t going to eat you anyway, I have a field full of tasty clover pie.”

I’m really glad to hear that! I was only born today!

Moomoo-moomoo-moo-moooo![* Happy birthday, little Daffodil!]

“Happy birthday, little Daffodil!,” said Daisy

Thank you! I’m off to find some adventures now. Goodbye, hope you have a nice day, Daisy!” I said.

M-oo.” I am not entirely sure, but I think she meant “You too, little tasty flower,” or maybe “We said good-bye before we said hello.” Either way, I decided that Daisy was indeed a friendly cow.

She was also very big. Or am I very small?

You only know you are little when you meet something (or someone) very big.

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Leaf 2: Daffodil Genealogy

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On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Blossoming, or the Preservation of Flowered Races in the Fun of Life

Leaf 2, 16 January 2017: A daffodil is born!

One morning in April, I opened my eyes and realised that I was surrounded by bright yellow. The sun tickled my nose. I smiled, stretched my arms and peeked out.
I was inside a daffodil!
Around me stretched an endless field full of other blooming daffodils.
In the daffodil next to mine, someone was snoring happily.
It was so beautiful! Even the snoring.
But you must be wondering what sort of person wakes up inside a daffodil. Well, let me tell you. A Flowerperson, of course!
Daffodilfolk are a subspecies of Flowerfolk, also known as Homunculus Floribus. Unlike other larger Hominids, like Monkeys, Humans or Hobbits, who are mammals, we are actually part of the Plant Kingdom. But, unlike most other plants, we like travelling.
Flowerpeople are born among flowers. Like them, we need lots of sunshine to grow. And some water. And, although we can eat other (mostly yellow) things, our favourite lunch consists of sun rays.
But what we need most of all are adventures. Lots of adventures!