Blossom was born in the spring. Her mother gave her this name because she knew that, even though she was just beginning to bud, she would one day blossom into the most divine maiden in the entire kingdom of Florence. His mother was right. There were many men who wanted her hand in marriage, but there was only one man she wanted to give it to. His name was Sprout. They lived together in the meadows of Florence, where there were green, rolling pastures dotted with the most beautiful flowers as far as the eye could see. Love was in the air... though unfortunately it wasn't the only thing roaming the skies. Swarms of bees patrolled Florence to make sure all the flowers remained in place. The bees were greedy and did not want to share any of the flowers. If you stole… one of their precious daffodils, daisies, or dandelions, or maybe one of their hydrangeas, roses, or sunflowers, or maybe even tulips, or violets, or forget-me-nots… then you might forget about it, because they would be furious. ! They would chase you with whirring wings and armed stingers. So no one dared to touch the flowers. Most people didn't even look at them, except Blossom. She stared longingly at the flowers every day until one day Sprout gave her the most beautiful one she had ever seen: it was a daisy. He knew he couldn't have it but he couldn't resist. She put the flower behind her ear but she was wrong because that night a hundred bees ambushed her. He wished he could go back in time and never have accepted the offer, but it was too late. She fell into a deep sleep and could not be disturbed from her sleep. "What have I done?" cried the Sprout. “It's all my fault!” Perhaps the kiss of a true love with...... in the center of the paper...... beehive, from which streams of viscous honey flowed. The sprout gathered everything he could carry in his arms and fled from the hive. The swallow, however, remained behind. With vengeance in mind, he began to peck at the hive. "Now I will do to you what you did to the most beautiful girl in the land!" The hive fell from the tree and exploded on the wet earth. The honey splashed all over the bees and trapped them in the goo. The bees were unable to free themselves from the honey and they all died. Sprout returned to Flower and gave her honey. She was revived and she and Sprout lived together for the rest of their days. They were happy in each other's company but now, without the bees, they couldn't even enjoy the sight or smell of all the flowers. Bees could no longer create or protect the flowers that made Florence so beautiful.