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by Rachel D.
Ohio, WVIZ
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My luck began to change when I hid from Freddie in a peony. It was perfect: thick with petals to hide among and dripping with sugary sap. Yum! In fact, lots of my siblings had already discovered this delicious place! A family reunion!
Then life got even better. At first it seemed like an earthquake when the peonies were cut from the bush. When I opened my terrified eyes, I was back inside, on the kitchen counter, as part of a big bouquet of flowers in a vase.
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