“Sweets for the sweet,” the little flower announced as she opened her feathery petals. “Come have a treat! The nectar’s on me.”
“Oh boy,” chirped the small green bug, “Breakfast!” And he gently settled himself right smack dab into the little flower’s center and wrapped his tiny bug mouth around a purple spike.
“Mmmmm,” he hummed. “Purple! My favorite flavor.”
Of course he loved red and orange and yellow, too. But to get a sip of purple at the very start of the day was a sign of great good fortune.
When he had enjoyed his fill, he thanked the little flower and went on with his day. “I wish everybody could start their days with purple!” he said.
And you know what? So do I!