Jamie's Interesting Contest 3 Entry

My sister was horrified; you cannot give me that bucket, She says, snottily as I try to hand her the renegade violets She asked me to collect, complete with roots. Why not? There are dandelions in it. My husband hates dandelions. Who hates dandelions? I pull the dandelions out of the fray, and plop them into a vase of water. I have heard about a way to decorate a punch bowl with dandelions. You put the head of a dandelion into each ice cube square of an ice cube tray, Then you pour water in the tray and freeze. Voila! Ice dandelions look lovely floating in a punchbowl. I thought my sister was the only person in the world who disliked dandelions Until I was trying to make fun of her at work, and other grown-ups agreed with her. What kind of people hate dandelions? They are pretty, they are the brightest yellow, they can be collected and made into faerie headbands, Their stems are easy to link together. I collect my secret box from inside the recesses of my biggest oak tree, And put forty dandelions inside, to be linked later, when my sister leaves. I will add a bit of fuzzy hot pink ribbon to complete my new headband. But does she leave? Heavens no. She has to tell me why she hates clover now. I am indignant, because I planted that clover. For my animals, The wildest of the wild. The bunnies, the deer, and the rabbits. Submitted on 4/30/2018 To Jamie's Interesting Contest