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We big, tough, well-thinking male bearberries blew and we snarled and we spouted and we blew.

But those danged dandelions obstinately kept their tops on, no matter how much we did fuss.

Come on fellas, I said to my fellow bearberries. Here is just what we’ll do…

 “I’m not taking them!” I screamed at B.B.2, our leader, a passive little cuss.

		I was talking about those damned tiger lilies, our groupies.

I am so sorry Tiger Lilies, he told them. It’s just us bear berries today.  He shot an apologetic look to T.L. 1 and T.L. 402.

I am sick and tired of my whole life being video- recorded by those selfie-taking nut-buckets, I told him, indignant, and with an angry face.

They will clean your house, wash your floors, pay your bills, wax your car, and do your laundry, said B.B. 2.

I don’t care if my house implodes on its dirtiness, I retorted. Just keep them in their place.
		I was talking about those damned tiger lilies, our groupies.

Tiger Lily 58 sneaked back into the Bearberry Lodge, where Tiger Lilies are never supposed to be.

We did not see her at first as she used her invisibility tablet to reach us; I felt her heat on the back of my neck, before I saw her.

She began to give me a really nice, warm, massage and sweet backrub which  was the best I had had times three.

Wow! What is that? I asked myself, as I began getting tingly and happy all over, and down under.	

		I guess I was talking about these wonderful tiger lilies, our allies.

My dad had told me a long time ago that the best pairings in the meadow was always a BB and a T.L.

Who are you? I whispered to Tiger Q. Lily 58.  I am your soul mate, she responded, can you please meet me at 2?

Where? I wondered, and she immediately conveyed that she would be at northern rise of Bunny P. Hill.

I will be there with my matching rings, I told her. Are you ready? Yes, she agreed. No one else will do.		

	       I am now hitched to a wonderful tiger lily, and all my mean thoughts 
		toward T.L.'s seem pretty damned silly.
		(And I don’t care whether or not the dandelions ever lose their 
                 tops. They are of no use to me now.)

                               Dated:  May 12,2018
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