The next thing Carrot knew, he was forcing his way through tall grass. “Chocolate!” he yelled. “I’m never gonna find her!” He stopped to catch his breath, and was struck by several odd looking butterflies. “What weird looking butterflies,” he said.
“You mean bread-and-butterflies,” someone said. Well, they *were* bread-and-butterflies, but when he turned around, Carrot couldn’t who had said it.
“Wh-who said that?”
An all-too-familiar face came very close to him and smiled. “Why I did, silly!”
“Ah! Mille Feuille!” shouted Carrot.
“That’s right, dearie!” he said, smiling. His face was completely pink, and his hair had become layer upon layer of brilliant, wavy red rose petals.
Soon as he had spoken, it seemed, all of the flowers began to become human. He recognized Marina of the Riverbottom Clan, who had taken the place of the Iris, and Lady Velrose, and various other flowers.
“Would you like to hear a song?” asked Mille Feuille randomly.
“Uh, not really, I’m in a hurry to find Chocolate,” he said, but the flower-people didn’t seem to hear.
They got to bickering about what song to sing. It seemed a group of violets wanted to sing something about the Shy Little Violets. Every type of flower wanted to sing about themselves, until Mille Feuille the Rose cut in. “We shall sing ‘Golden Afternoon’,” he said decisively. Apart, to Carrot, he said, “That’s about all of us.”
“Oh, great,” Carrot murmured as he pulled down a blade of grass to sit on.
After some obnoxious warming up, they began to sing. “Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips... They float up like a toy balloon... There wake-up-in-the-morning glories in the golden afternoon... The dilly daffodils on the hillside... The golden afternoon... Dog- and cat-apillars... You can learn a lot of things from the flowers, especially in the month of June...ooh-oooh-oooh!” Some trumpet-like flowers did a horn solo...
“You can learn a lot of things from the flowers,” chimed in Carrot, singing in his highest voice. “Especially in the month of June. There’s a wealth of happiness and proverbs on this golden afternoon...” Then his voice cracked, and he shut up, sulking.
They finished off the song with an orchestral bit, and he clapped as it ended. “Very nice, ladies... and Mille... uh, very nice. Coulda used some removal of clothing, girls, but as you’re not wearing any in the first place, I -”
“What sort of garden do you come from?” asked a flower who looked suspiciously like Nurse Ono from the cursed Hospital of Love.
“I guess you could say I come from the Garden of Earthly Delights, if you know what I mean,” he replied, smirking.
Lady Velrose gasped. “A genus humanus hentai!” she said in a horrified whisper.
“Of course he is, sillies!” said Mille Feuille with a giggle.
All the other girly flowers gasped as well and repeated Velrose’s words.
“Huh?”
“Get out of our garden!” cried the the daisies, pushing him away.
“We don’t want hentais in our bed,” said the pansies, shooing Carrot away from them.
“See you later, Carrot, dear!” called Mille.
“If I were my right size, I’d trample you *all*!” he shouted as he stomped off. “Stupid girls...” he grumbled.
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