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‘I did it!’ cried the Spring Flower and looked proudly
around, gazing at the remnants of the Snowdrift and the
bare cold earth with the beaten grass on. ‘Now I’m a real
flower and this is my name - the Spring Flower.’
The wise Raven landed on an oak branch.
‘Congratulations, the Spring Flower, you’ve done it! Are
you happy now? You’re going to be a flower forever and a day.’
‘I’m not sure,’ the Spring Flower said thoughtfully, stud-
ying the butterfly that’d appeared from nowhere. ‘I seem to
have another dream.’

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