Blossom was born in spring. Her mother named her because she knew that even though she was just beginning to sprout, one day she would become the most divine maiden in all the kingdom. from Florence. His mother was right. There were many men who wanted her hand in marriage, but she only wanted to give it to one man. His name was Sprout. They lived together in the meadows of Florence where green pastures dotted with the most beautiful flowers stretched as far as the eye could see. Love was in the air… but unfortunately, it wasn't the only thing roaming the sky. Swarms of bees patrolled Florence to make sure all the flowers stayed in place. The bees were greedy and did not share any of the flowers. If you were to steal... one of their precious daffodils, daisies, or dandelions, or maybe one of their hydrangeas, roses, or sunflowers, or maybe even tulips, violets, or forget-me-nots... then you might forget it, because they would become furious! They would pursue you with buzzing wings and cocked stingers. So no one dared touch the flowers. Most people didn't even look at them, except for Blossom. She looked at the flowers longingly every day until one day Sprout gave her the most beautiful one she had ever seen. It was a daisy. She knew she couldn't get it but she couldn't resist. She put the flower behind her ear but she made a mistake because that night, a hundred bees ambushed her. She wished she could go back in time and never accepted the offer, but it was too late. She fell into a deep sleep and could not be disturbed from her slumber. “What have I done? Sprout shouted. “It’s all my fault!” Perhaps a true kiss of love in the middle of a paper hive where streams of viscous honey flowed. Sprout gathered everything he could carry into his arms and fled the hive. The swallow, however, stayed put. With revenge in mind, she began to peck at the hive. “Now I will do to you what you did to the most beautiful girl in the land!” The hive fell from the tree and exploded on the damp earth. The honey splashed all over the bees and trapped them in the sticky material. The bees could not free themselves from the honey and they all perished. Sprout returned to Blossom and gave her the honey. She was revived and she and Sprout lived together for the rest of their lives. They were happy in each other's company but now, without the bees, they couldn't even enjoy the sight or smell of all the flowers. Bees could no longer create or protect the flowers that made Florence so beautiful.