The Dandelion

It was a beautiful spring morning. The birds have competed since the age of dawn about which one will come up with a more beautiful song. After a night storm, the air smelled intoxicating, and the sun made sure not to forget anyone and caressed them with its warm rays. It also gently touched a tiny plant on the sidewalk.

“What a wonderful morning!” The little plant said, exhaling and looking around. "The sun is shining, the birds are singing. It was raining last night, so I have the strength to grow again. What more can I wish for?”

At that very moment a large black and white Magpie was circling around. It said: “Haha! What more can I wish for? Just look around! There are so many things in the world that you can wish for! And you're satisfied with an ordinary crack in the sidewalk!”

The plant thought about it. It did feel beautiful, but ... what if there was something about those Magpie’s words? It looked around. Not far from the sidewalk, a cultivated lawn was lined with flower beds blooming. Those beds were so pretty with their dark, loose soil. Tulips, daffodils and hyacinths grew there.

"Hello," called the plant shyly.

“What's happening? Who's calling us?" Growled one of the white daffodils.

“Well look at it, it's an ordinary dandelion, and it'd like to talk to us?" said the red tulip with a grin.

"So... I'm a dandelion?" asked the plant, with a wide smile. “It's such a nice name. DAN-DE-LION," it repeated to itself. But then a thought struck: Why are other flowers being so mean?

“It grows in an awful place - and would like to have fun with us from the flowerbed," snorted a yellow daffodil.

The Dandelion was sad to…