“But the wind...”
“My cold is not so bad as all that... the cool night air will do me good. I am a flower.”
“But the animals...”
“Well, I must endure the presence of two or three caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies... I have my claws. Don’t linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go!”
She did not want him to see her crying.
She was such a proud flower...