Kirby and Melia trudged slowly to the center of the park where the gardens lay before them. The flowers in full bloom and bees hurried hither and yon gathering sweet nectar.

Kirby was an unhappy child and Melia wondered why she cherished his friendship so. She looked over to see him scowling up at the statue of the happy China- man with his pet snake.

Melia picked an allium blossom . She smiled happily, “I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They’re so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?”

Kirby frowned and looked down to the green life below the statue, “I don’t know. One of these, maybe.” He reached, picking at random.

Melia’s brow knitted as she looked to his choice, “Why do you say that?” She inquired gently.

Kirby shrugged, “Because they’re all alike.”

Melia grinned, “Oooh, but they’re not. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences.”