Once there was a butefull meadow. There was flowers notingells exept the wispring sweet sound of the wind. So evry time you go in there you would hear the wispring wind. One day a little rose was sprawting in the wide meadow with the wild flowers. So as usawell the big flowers took care of the rose they didn’t see a rose befor. they thoghot it was a daisy. So as she grew the dafedels, daisys, vaeoletsand all the other flowers where jealus that the rose looked much more Butefull then they are. But she didn’t care how she looked she was caring abot friendship while the other flowers were thingking abot how they look. So they tried so hard to look much Butter then her. A few months later new roses grew and usual men gives the roses to the ladys when the have dates and usually it manes the sihgn of love. One day a man came and said. “A new flower with red petels? I shall name this flower a rose.” So when ever you see a rose give it to someone you love. So evry day they came out to play with other flowers to. So from this day on I hope that you enjoy this story that I made and worked very very very very very heard on and that was the tale of the first rose. that the end bye!
An oreginal folktale.
A little bit of caveman talk going on!
Was probably largely influenced by Sailor Moon, where there’s this hero named Tuxedo Mask who uses roses as his weapon of choice. Very romantic.
The numerous “very’s” at then served as a page filler. I wanted to use up both sides of the page!
Very nice ending…
P.S. I didn’t know what a folktale was back then. It sounded right, I guess!