You're going to be. Hello it's me Lily a frog who lives in a pond and loves to tell stories. I hope

you're having a wonderful summer. I wonder are there any dandelions where you are?

I'm looking at one right now and it reminds me of a story.

Once upon a time there was a little dandelion

who couldn't roar, The snap dragons could roar, the tiger lilies could roar,

the other dandelions could roar, but the little dandelion couldn't.

He'd try, but all that would come out was a little hiccup, or a wimper.

His little wimper of a roar just wasn't enough to scare away the aphids or the spider mites

and they chewed up his leaves and sapped his strength which made his roar all the more pathetic.

But he didn't give up. Every day he practiced roaring.

Every day. He practiced roaring every day and eventually his roar went from a whimper to a sob and from a sob to a ball and from a ball to a bell to a bellow and from a ball to a bellow and then from a bellow to a howl then from a howl howl to a howl, roar. The little flower was fond of roaring,

the little flower was fond of roaring,

especially since he worked so hard to learn how. Once he learned

how to roar, he could scare away any insects that tried to harm him, and his leaves became shiny and strong. He roared all the time, morning,

noon, and night. His roar went from frightening to alarming and eventually it became terrible.

All the other dandelions got pollinated and then they folded up around a silky green and white center and

sent up a puff of seeds. But the bees wouldn't come near the little dandelion

so he stayed yellow. You should stop roaring at every

bug, a centflower told him. Some of them are helpers and you're scaring them away. said,

some of them are helpers, and you're scaring them away.

But the little dandelion was so used to roaring

that he just couldn't stop.

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