Rosey was a very young daisy, and the things she learned, she learned from the oder daisies around her. The most important thing she picked up was that the only way she would be in danger, since the human folk stayed on the edge of the field for the most part, was if the dog came running through and trampled all the flowers. Now, the other daisies warned her of Rusty the Stupid Puppy, but Rosey didn’t really believe that such a horrible monster could ever exist. So Rosey continued to grow, stretching her petals and leaves as high as they could go to reach the sun.

And then one day, when Rosey wasn’t quite so small, but not yet as large as the other flowers, disaster struck. Rosey heard a strange shuffling sound, and then the terrible sound of hundreds of daisies dying. Rosey stretched up her head to see what the commotion was, and saw Rusty the Stupid Puppy heading straight for her. Rosey panicked and ducked out of the way at the last moment before she would have been trampled. “Whew,” she chuckled as she straightened up and looked around at the damage. “I guess I’m still looking pretty good compared to everyone else.” She breathed a sigh of relief, not even noticing the girl who followed Rusty the Stupid Puppy’s path into the middle of the field. “Oh, what a pretty flower,” she said when she got to Rosey. Rosey was still so relieved about not being trampled that she didn’t notice as I picked her. She looked great in the front hallway.