before my fourth birthday,
my mum convinced me to try again,
so i did.
i dug my stumpy hands in the earth,
and planted another seed.
i watered it,
fertilized it,
even sang it songs,
and on the morning of my fourth birthday,
i walked to my seed,
and it had it's first sprout.
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green. [completed]
Short Storythe grass is always greener on the other side. book three in the colours series, may be read out of order