The roadside grass has blossomed a small flower. Not flashy or vivid. It was a sober and pale flower. "There is a flower that blooms in strange places." A gentleman on a walk muttered. "I am not happy to bloom." The small flower replied in the small voice. "Oh my god, it's a pretty voice." "Only the voice." "I want to hear that voice more." The gentleman wildly pulled the grass from the ground. The little flower screamed and snarled. "Awful people. I'll die." "It's okay. I'll plant you in the garden of your house right away." "Liar." "Like, like. That liar." The little flower has shut up. The gentleman also silently rushed home. After a while, the little flower asked. "Is that garden large?"
