Daisy Fernblossom giggled, her belly shaking like jelly as she zipped across the dew-covered grass. Sunrise was breaking over Berkswell, painting the sky in pink and gold. It was time for the jolliest routine of the day.
Leaping onto the village green, Daisy began a spinning, joyful dance. She twirled from edge to edge, her feet lightly tapping the closed flower buds. With every energetic stomp and cheerful pirouette, dozens of tight white petals burst open to greet the morning light.
