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Sweeping left and right, the flowers danced a waltz with the wind. Gliding delicately from one place to the next, the flowers all had an amusing time. But, mignonette did not join in the fun, or rather could not join in the fun. She sighed, unlike all the other plants she had no vivid flowers to boast off. Her flowers were small, stark, and possessing only two boring colors. She sighed again with discontent.
The wind was enjoying himself splendidly, for he loved to dance. He rejoiced in his partners’ beautiful gowns, and in their delicate steps. He looked round the garden, to contemplate the joviality of his company. Then, he heard a sigh, and a sweet voice depressingly murmur.
“Alas, if I just had beautiful flowers, a beautiful gown, I could join in the fun. But, my flowers are awfully meager, lacking in color and delicacy.” Thus, said the mysterious plant.
Wind redirected himself to the place where the voice had come from. There, he came upon mignonette, looking sad and forlorn. Wind, being the kind gentlemanly soul that he was, offered to dance with her.
“Hello mignonette! Would you like to share a waltz with me? Don’t be afraid, I assure you that I’ll be gentle” Thus said the wind, with a tone full of positivity.
“Oh, no” Mignonette said, as dejected as before. “I cannot dance. I’m far too ugly. If I were to dance wearing this rags, I’d be the laughingstock.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that” said the wind “Dancing is not about looks, dancing is about lively movements and grace. Your flowers, though small, are extremely graceful and seem just perfect for dancing. Come on, let’s dance, you won’t regret it.”
Mignonette was not convinced, but she could not refuse an offer so kindly made.
“Okay, let’s dance.”
“That’s the spirit” Said the wind, happy to be able to bring joy to this mistress in distress.
The wind and mignonette danced. Mignonette may have lacked the beautiful flowers the other plants donned, but her small flowers and ample stalks were perfect for dancing. Gracefully did the wind and mignonette dance. They were so graceful, that soon they became the star of the ball. All the other plants beheld mignonette in admiration, for she danced like no other. After the couple stopped to rest for a while, they received a shower of applause from all the other plants. Mignonette, quite embarrassed, was left with no words.
“See, you are a splendid dancer. Looks and dancing do not go together,” said the wind.
“Yes” mignonette said with utmost happiness “You are right, dancing is not about looks, and I can dance as well as the others. Thank you, for enlightening me to this wonderful truth.”
“You’re welcome.”
The wind looked at mignonette, and asked her to dance with him again. Mignonette accepted his offer, for she found she loved dancing with him. Thus, mignonette and the wind danced together every single day till the sun set, quite enamored.

Description
Sweeping left and right, the flowers danced a waltz with the wind. Gliding delicately from one place to the next, the flowers all had an amusing time. But, mignonette did not join in the fun, or rather could not join in the fun. She sighed, unlike all the other plants she had no vivid flowers to boast off. Her flowers were small, stark, and possessing only two boring colors. She sighed again with discontent.
The wind was enjoying himself splendidly, for he loved to dance. He rejoiced in his partners’ beautiful gowns, and in their delicate steps. He looked round the garden, to contemplate the joviality of his company. Then, he heard a sigh, and a sweet voice depressingly murmur.
“Alas, if I just had beautiful flowers, a beautiful gown, I could join in the fun. But, my flowers are awfully meager, lacking in color and delicacy.” Thus, said the mysterious plant.
Wind redirected himself to the place where the voice had come from. There, he came upon mignonette, looking sad and forlorn. Wind, being the kind gentlemanly soul that he was, offered to dance with her.
“Hello mignonette! Would you like to share a waltz with me? Don’t be afraid, I assure you that I’ll be gentle” Thus said the wind, with a tone full of positivity.
“Oh, no” Mignonette said, as dejected as before. “I cannot dance. I’m far too ugly. If I were to dance wearing this rags, I’d be the laughingstock.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that” said the wind “Dancing is not about looks, dancing is about lively movements and grace. Your flowers, though small, are extremely graceful and seem just perfect for dancing. Come on, let’s dance, you won’t regret it.”
Mignonette was not convinced, but she could not refuse an offer so kindly made.
“Okay, let’s dance.”
“That’s the spirit” Said the wind, happy to be able to bring joy to this mistress in distress.
The wind and mignonette danced. Mignonette may have lacked the beautiful flowers the other plants donned, but her small flowers and ample stalks were perfect for dancing. Gracefully did the wind and mignonette dance. They were so graceful, that soon they became the star of the ball. All the other plants beheld mignonette in admiration, for she danced like no other. After the couple stopped to rest for a while, they received a shower of applause from all the other plants. Mignonette, quite embarrassed, was left with no words.
“See, you are a splendid dancer. Looks and dancing do not go together,” said the wind.
“Yes” mignonette said with utmost happiness “You are right, dancing is not about looks, and I can dance as well as the others. Thank you, for enlightening me to this wonderful truth.”
“You’re welcome.”
The wind looked at mignonette, and asked her to dance with him again. Mignonette accepted his offer, for she found she loved dancing with him. Thus, mignonette and the wind danced together every single day till the sun set, quite enamored.