I don’t know what’s so special about these flowers. They don’t even smell good. No one’s left any messages here.
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Check this out.
See these weeds here? These dried up weeds? They’re much more appetizing that any old yellow flowers.
Why don’t you take some pictures of these, person? I could hang them on the wall near my bed and look at them when I’m not on my trails.
I can’t believe it! There she goes right back to those flowers. No matter how much I tell her what’s important, she still doesn’t get it.
I think I’m about to give up on people. They like all the strangest things, and they don’t seem to care about any of the good things in life.
Person, if you can’t take pictures of any of the right stuff just put your camera away.
See, she did it anyway. Total disrespect. She just won’t listen to me.
Now put your camera away, person.
You found a what?
Wait a minute. What? What?
Someone’s trying to take over my yellow flowers?
How dare that butterfly hang around here?
You did send that butterfly away, didn’t you person?
Those yellow flowers are mine.




























































