Diabolical Tulips and a Toot

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 As Logged By:

Agent Rose

 

 My first time gardening on Mother's Day

Was such fun that I shouted, "Hurray!"

Colorful tulips were planted here and there

So many, it could feed a bear!

 

I can't stop looking at the cute bunny

He's acting so adorably funny.

Until he eats a tulip in one chomp!

This baby's mad!  I'm about to stomp!

 

 Look at those beauties!  Look at them!
 
Red, purple, and blue.  Plus yellow, orange, and multicolored, too!
 
It's a carpet of tulips!  So many I could go for a swim, so many it looks like a never ending sea, so many it could feed a bear.  Well, maybe. 

I decided to put aside my diabolical side this Mother's Day and helped Mommy in the flower beds.  I could have thrown dirt down her pants, I could have hidden her tools so she couldn't find them, but I didn't do any of it.  This diabolical sweetie decided to just be a cute, normal sweetie for the day.
 
And I am so glad I did!
 
I love my tulip bed!
 
Look how pretty it is!  Look at all of the colors!  Watch them sway in the breeze, watch the buds pop open into beautiful flowers, watch the cute bunny hopping through my tulips.  
 
Hop, hop, hop.
 
That bunny is so cute!  Just as cute as me!
 
Look at that fluffy tail, look at the way he twitches his nose, look at how he opens his mouth and... 
 
CHOMP!  
 
What.  Did.  He.  Just. Do?
 
CHOMP!
 
And again!?
 
CHOMP!
 
AND AGAIN!?!?!?!?!?!?
 
Not my tulips, you bunny!
 
I crawl as fast as I can.  I hurry on all fours.  Anything to chase the nasty, cute beast away.
 
I go and go, getting out of breath, but that bunny hops so fast that I can't get to him.  I want to bop that fiend on the nose!  I'm so angry that I'll, I'll...
 
"Rosie," Mommy gasps, "Are you standing!?"
 
I lift off of my hands and straighten upright.  Yes, Mommy, I certainly am getting ready to stand.  I'm so mad that I stand up taller than any baby has stood before and I lift one foot and stomp it right back down.
 
STOMP!
 
My temper is still boiling.
 
STOMP!  STOMP!  STOMP!  STOMP!
 
No matter how much I stomp, my lower lip still begins to tremble.  Mommy jumps to the rescue.  She knows what I'm about to do!
 
"WWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" 

"Oh, sweetie," Mommy holds me close.  "What's wrong?"
 
I point over at the beheaded tulips.  My beautiful, beautiful tulips.
 
"WWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
 
"Here, I know what will help you to feel better."
 
Mommy sets me down and runs inside.  One second later, she reappears with my special stink teddy in her hands.
 
"Maybe little Teddy can make you feel better?"
 
I don't know if he can.  I'm still so angry that all I want to do is...
 
My face brightens and my lips curl upward with a smile.
 
"There, let little Teddy help you to feel better," Mommy says and returns to her mulching.
 
I think I will, Mommy.  I think I will indeed.
 
Sneaking as low to the ground as I can, I crawl slowly over to where the bunny did the worst damage.  I hold back the sniffle that wants to crinkle my nose.  I must remain silent, if this is going to work.  
 
I lay down and wait as patiently as I can.
 
One minute, then two.
 
Man, this waiting stuff sure is boring.  
 
Wait!  
 
Hop, hop.  The bunny comes closer.  Hop, hop.  He's right over there.
 
Wait for it, wait for it. 
 
He twitches his nose and tilts an ear.  Thinking it's safe, he opens wide for another bite and...
 
PPPPHHHHHHHFFFFFFFRRRRRRTTTTTHHHHHHHTTTTTTT!!!!!!
 
I squeeze my teddy and let him rip.  A big one right in the bunny's face.  
 
Off the fuzzy cutie dashes.  Hop, soar, hop.  To the neighbors and beyond.
 
I bet he'll never try this diabolical sweetie's favorite tulips ever again.
 
 
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