Teryl's Tales of Whim~The plants bowed to the gardener, which was not the behavior he appreciated.
"Hsst, stop it! You, you're supposed to be a bunny, the rest of you, stand up straight!"
Leaves rustled and bark scraped as the plants obeyed, petals and roots undulated with anticipation.
He waved away a myrtle's attempt to place a floral crown on his cap, "We talked about this!"
Being part dryad had its benefits. Being part forest-queen complicated this.
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