Next, came a buzzing bumble bee looking for honey. The bee approached the first flower and asked for some nectar. The proud flower again refused. "Go away you noisy bee. Let me enjoy the tranquil and quiet of the early dawn", said the flower. The hungry bee flew past the second flower and went to the third and asked for some nectar. The third flower was very friendly. It readily agreed and said, "Take some my friend, I have brewed a whole lot and was waiting to share it with someone".
By now, the sun had grown a little brighter. Soon a bunch of grannies and grandpas started streaming by, armed with a small basket and a crooked stick, on their rounds to pluck flowers for the morning pooja at home. A bent granny with grey hair and large glasses spotted these three flowers by Chinnu's window and took a fancy for them. She stopped and thought of plucking a flower or two. She saw the third flower and saw a bumble bee buzzing around it. Scared of getting stung, she let the flower pass. Next, she set her eyes on the second flower. It had a white sticky web at the stalk. Repelled by the gooeyness, the old lady left the flower alone. Finally she saw the first flower. The flower looked perfect. It was squeaky clean and its petals were glistening in the morning sun. With a yelp of joy, the granny pulled out her stick and reached for the flower and "snap", plucked it from its perch. The sad flower shed a tear as it parted from the plant. The two other flowers waved their friend goodbye. "Chinnu! Stop staring out of the window. Brush you teeth. You are getting late for school", shouted Chinnu's mother.
