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Once upon a time there was a garden. That belonged to a very old villa estate. In this garden, many flowers grew, but one flower was upset because she wasn’t quite as pretty as the others. She wilted a bit to one side. The gardener didn’t treat her any differently from the other flowers, however she wanted him to notice her most of all. She tried all sorts of things to catch his eye. First, she held her breath for a really long time so her color changed from a greenish pink to a greenish pink and blue and purple. She stood out from the rest of the flowers for about ten minutes but the gardener wasn’t around for those ten minutes. So what she did next was she did a little flowery dance. The gardener did walk by when she was doing this, but he didn’t notice because the wind was blowing. As a last resort, the flower scooped up four pebbles in her leafy hands and pelted one of them at the gardener. He turned around all “what the hell?” and she started to juggle the other three pebbles. So the gardener dug her up, put her in a pot and moved to New York. She died on the plane. He replaced her with another flower when he got off the plane. But this flower didn’t have nearly the same sort of personality, but he figured that since he was in New York, might as well stay. He moved in with two punk rock musicians in soho named Vince and Knife and got a job as a gardener for the top five roof top gardens in the city. He soon made his way to the cover of Roof Top Garden weekly. His parents back home were very pleased. A week later, he was watering a hanging plant and lost his balance. On his way down, he cried out and the ghost of the juggling flower came to his rescue and broke his fall. He took it as a sign and moved back to his garden. He took the Flower that he had plucked from the front of JFK, brought it back to his garden and planted it among the others. He had a cup of tea and went to sleep.