The bud that could not be the flower !

      She gently touched the little bud and asked when she would become a flower:  No, I can never be, replied the bud and started simmering:  why that was so , the girl asked, for every bud must be flower has been the rule of nature :  yes! You are right, the bud shabbily told but I am caught by the parasite and they are eating me up from inside. She went away without realizing the sense.

             

          The next morning the newspaper stories were full of crime against little girls and in the garden that bud was quelled down on earth by some rabbage dog. There was no body to nip that parasite into the bud. God was in heaven and Life was on the poor earth.