'The Lovely Dandelion'

Once upon a time, there was a garden. It was no ordinary garden. On the conterary it was one of the most beautiful sights, when one took a closer glance. There was a marvellous explosion of colours everywhere. Red, blue, purple and of course green from all the grass that surrounded the striking flowers. In that garden, the birds always sang and those who walked by would turn their heads to get a better look. It had won countless awards and had been admired for longer than it, it self could remember and it was no wonder. But among all that beauty, furthest from the sky was a tiny dandelion. She was unlike the most of her neighbours a humble little flower. Quit and composed. She did not see herself as a stunning beauty, but she was pleased with herself and her appearance. Though not greedy in any way, there was one thing that she desired more than anything else in the whole world. Love. Numerous times she had seen couples walking in the garden and confessing their love. Watching them smiling, laughing and embracing each other, while feeling so envious of their happiness. She wished that she could be as happy as them and then one day she decided to try. She took a long glance at the rest of her fellow garden and stopped when her eyes reached the big, beautiful rose that she had always admired. It was glistening from the previously pored rain and it’s blood red colour made it appear as a big warm heart. The dandelion gathered its courage for many days, until it was finally brave enough to ask the rose: “Would you like to marry me?” The rose turned around and snorted. “You must be joking! How in the world could you possibly think, that a refined creature like myself would even consider marrying someone like you? You are not even near my standard!” The dandelion was shocked. She was aware that she was not among the most beautiful creatures, but she had never considered herself to be hideous. Though sad and alone, she tried to see it in a positive light. She may not have been able to win the heart of such a magnificent flower, but that did not mean that she did not have a chance with someone else. She looked to her left at the very end of the flower bed, was a thistle were standing in the shadow. It did not have a crown and was not especially stunning to look at, but then again neither was she. So she asked: “would you like to marry me? I think that we would be perfect for each other.” The thistle snorted at the dandelion and said: “You must be joking! I am big and strong, where you are so small and fragile. My thorns will keep any enemy away with there stinging, but what can you do? You are so weak that anybody could break your stem with ease.” The dandelion had never felt so miserable as she did then. She was not beautiful, neither was she strong. They were right. Why would anybody ever consider being with her? She bowed her crown in despair while thinking of all the couples she had seen embracing each other and whimpered. “No one will ever want to hold me!” “ I would like to!” said a kind voice from above. She looked up and saw a little honeybee soaring right above her head. She could not believe it. “You will?” she asked joyfully. “Of course. Why would anybody not? Your crown has the loveliest yellow colour. Almost as if I were looking at the sun. But if we are to be together, you must meet my family. Suddenly a swarm of bees came towards her. They all embraced her tightly and there was a stinging, though pleasant feeling. The dandelion was overjoyed by the thought that so many wanted to hold her. She started to get drowsy and felt how her crown started to close. She fell down on the wet grass while the bees were still buzzing. Everything started to go black, but she did not care. Because that even if it was just for a little while, she had finally gotten what she wanted the most.