AND THE MOME RATHS OUTGRABE
She flicked her ears at the thought that her Mother even had a best friend, the tiny satellites flinching at her thoughts. Sarkis hadn’t seen them hanging out all that much, and never, ever playing. That was what you did with a best friend according to her, and she didn’t think her Mother was capable of such. Maybe grownup best friends didn’t mean the same thing, but what it might mean she wasn’t sure. It had to be very boring, something to involve meetings and lots of standing around. Her head tilted in slight confusion, the star on her forehead taking an off center appearance at this angle. She wasn’t sure she would want a best friend when she got older, she already did not like just standing around.
After she had found the flower, the woman accompanied her, inspecting the bloom herself. A multi-hued dial came sweeping down in a way that Sarkis found graceful, she herself could have never managed to do something so carefully. After a good sniff of the center, she confirms Sarkis’ suspicions, this was indeed a sneezy flower. The little roan snorted, blowing a mass of hot air from her lungs, sending the stalk waving in response. The perennial was a nuisance, and she didn’t want it to make her new friend sneeze, or anyone else sneeze either. It wasn’t very nice. She slid a delicate pedestal across the ground before speaking, “Can’t we just get rid of it?” She hoped, she asked, because when she didn’t ask she usually got in trouble for doing things she didn’t have permission to do. Which was rather often, she rarely had the time to ask, or to find someone to ask for that matter. “Who would want a sneezy flower anyways, what’s its purpose?” It was apparent Sarkis was not aware the importance of the ecosystem, on cause and effect. “If I had my own Jungle, there wouldn’t be any flowers to make you sneeze. Instead, they would sing to you and make you happy.” Now those would be flowers worth keeping.