“Just you wait,” he would tell the roses. He was naturally rather snooty and spent every waking hour of every waking day doing nothing but loaf, laze and loll around while preening himself constantly. One important thing you should know: he pronounced his name the French way – Louis! - or in English pronunciation, Loo-ee!Īny time anybody came near or by he could be seen and heard showing off and boasting about how great he was. Just at the foot of the bush, you could often spot a small, surly snail named Louis.
Right in the center of the garden, there was a blooming rosebush, in delightful shades of pink and red. Outside of the garden, there were vast fields and meadows where sheep and cattle grazed, large tin cowbells clanging and jangling around their necks. Once upon a time, there was a luscious garden surrounded by a row of hazel trees that bore a rich crop of hazelnuts every autumn.
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