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[Click. The video feed is switched on with the light bump of the table the communicator was sitting on, and Flonne can be heard singing cheerfully off screen.]
♫ I took a little seed one day
About a month ago
I put it in a pot of dirt
In hopes that it would grow...
[At the end of the stanza, she can be seen stepping in front of the camera's view. She is carrying the pot of the plant she received as a Christmas gift firmly in between her two little hands. Carefully, she walks it over to one of the windows in the living room and sets it down on the floor.]
I poured a little water
To make the soil just right.
I set the pot upon the sill
Where the sun would give it light...
[As she sings, she walks back out of the view of the camera, coming back in shortly after with a small chipped glass of water held in one of her hands. She tips the glass, gingerly pouring the water over the soil.]
I checked the pot most every day,
And turned it once or twice.
With a little care and water
I helped it grow so nice. ♫
[At the end of the song, she giggles and sits down next to the pot. Flonne gently pokes at one of the leaves with a smile. The plant has already sprouted several pretty white blossoms.]
There! Now I bet that you feel even better now, huh, Mr. Flower? Continue to grow up healthy and strong, okay?
♫ I took a little seed one day
About a month ago
I put it in a pot of dirt
In hopes that it would grow...
[At the end of the stanza, she can be seen stepping in front of the camera's view. She is carrying the pot of the plant she received as a Christmas gift firmly in between her two little hands. Carefully, she walks it over to one of the windows in the living room and sets it down on the floor.]
I poured a little water
To make the soil just right.
I set the pot upon the sill
Where the sun would give it light...
[As she sings, she walks back out of the view of the camera, coming back in shortly after with a small chipped glass of water held in one of her hands. She tips the glass, gingerly pouring the water over the soil.]
I checked the pot most every day,
And turned it once or twice.
With a little care and water
I helped it grow so nice. ♫
[At the end of the song, she giggles and sits down next to the pot. Flonne gently pokes at one of the leaves with a smile. The plant has already sprouted several pretty white blossoms.]
There! Now I bet that you feel even better now, huh, Mr. Flower? Continue to grow up healthy and strong, okay?
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Date: 2009-12-31 07:46 pm (UTC)From:I'm glad that you liked it. -- Maybe Mr. Flower did too!
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Date: 2009-12-31 10:39 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-01-01 04:52 am (UTC)From:No, not always. Just when the mood strikes me, and these blossoms reminded me of the flowers I loved so much in Celestia.