I wrote ONE wiser than allowed tale at 9 years old for my sister about tow neighbours; one good at gardening, and the other one not, and depressed

...so what does the depressed neighbour do to her happy gardener neighbour? She goes there at hiding time, and cuts all the flowers of the happy neighbours garden...she brings them all to her yard and puts them everywhere. In the morning, when she wakes up, everything is withered of course since she just stuck cut flowers instead of translating the flowers....i forget what the moral of the story was. You will read it all if you want when I am dead and long gone.

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