to his cheeks to carry dwelling to his home below the roots of a tree. However he picked up a seed that was left within the discipline and diggity, diggity, he dug a bit gap and dropped the seed inside. Then shuttity, shut! He coated up the seed with a mushy blanket of soil. Then off to his home he scurried to settle in for the winter and a pleasant lengthy nap.

The seed additionally napped an extended, very long time. One spring morning it wakened. It yawned and stretched, and . . . CRACK! It’s arduous brown jacket cut up in two.

“Oh!”, mentioned the little seed, “that feels so significantly better!”

The seed pressed a mushy root into the moist earth under, and pushed a young shoot up, up by way of the darkish, heat earth. It stored on urgent up, up, till, unexpectedly its head reached the highest of the earth. It peeked out from the soil and noticed Father Solar smiling down brightly. The little seedling opened its leaves large to the nice and cozy sunshine. The seedling sipped the glowing dew the water fairies introduced. Its stem grew stronger and taller, and its leaves grew bigger.

Each morning Father Solar despatched his vivid sunbeams right down to play upon the earth. Some would dance on the mushy inexperienced leaves of the little plant. “Good morning, sunbeams!” the little plant would say. And each night after Father Solar had traveled throughout the sky, as He ducked down behind the timber, the little plant would name, “Good evening, Father Solar!”

One morning, a sunbeam danced down from Father Solar, and tickled the little plant‘s head. The plant was so blissful! Unexpectedly, the inexperienced cap that coated its little head opened large, and out popped its face ringed with golden sunbeam petals! The flower would look ahead to Father Solar to rise within the morning, and comply with Father Solar as he traveled throughout the massive sky through the day.

It wasn’t lengthy earlier than the flower heard a mild buzzing sound as mushy little bee our bodies touched its brown face gently. “Zoom . . . zoom . . . hmmm . . . hmmm . . . thanks in your nectar candy, and your mushy golden mud to tickle our ft,” sang the bees. The place ever the golden bees touched the flower’s face a seed started to develop. The seeds grew bigger, and the flower was so blissful.

However at some point the seeds grew to become so heavy that the flower bowed its head down in the direction of the earth. The seeds tumbled out and landed softly on the bottom. Father Solar despatched his pink and purple rays and wrapped them ‘around the flower then mentioned softly, “Nice desires golden sunflower, mine!” Brother Wind whispered a mushy lullaby as evening tip toed to the earth.

The subsequent morning Little Mousie scurried into the fields to search for seeds. He discovered some! He tucked all the seeds into his cheeks to hold them to his home for the winter. However he took one seed in his tooth and diggity, diggity, he dug a bit gap and dropped the seed inside. Then shuttity, shut! He coated it up and left it there. Then off to his home he scurried to settle in for the winter and a pleasant lengthy nap!