Artimist walked down to the lake and instantly sat on a rock. He looked over the slow current and his eyes wandered to the flower siting next to him. It looked as happy as a 5 year old on his birthday. 'Why does it look so happy. So far I slammed the door on it, ran away from it, and neglected it. Now I feel gilty.'
Artimist picked up the flower and set it on his lap. It had a surprised look on it's face, but then looked back out over the lake. 'It dosen't mind the slightest movement I make.' He thought.
The flower hopped off his lap and landed in the grass. It turned towards him and started talking in my mind again.
'I'm hungry... I'll be back.' With that the flower thing ran off into the forest. "Now what do I do." He said, begining to think about the voices in his head.
Artimist picked up the flower and set it on his lap. It had a surprised look on it's face, but then looked back out over the lake. 'It dosen't mind the slightest movement I make.' He thought.
The flower hopped off his lap and landed in the grass. It turned towards him and started talking in my mind again.
'I'm hungry... I'll be back.' With that the flower thing ran off into the forest. "Now what do I do." He said, begining to think about the voices in his head.