 Horses Forever! l l Writer for Life l Yearbook alumnus
Harvey walked into their class, and gasped from the heat. Thank goodness he wasn't wearing much. This was awful!
He had never been a big fan of overheating. "Hi, Professor," he managed, hot air filling his throat. Great.
Walking in further, stifling a sigh, he looked at the flowers. Roses. No, wait, flowers which only... seemed to be roses. Hmm. And not all of them smelled... Harvey liked roses. Or how they smelled, anyway. Though he liked that they had thorns - he'd tricked his sisters into pricking their fingers more than once in the past.
"Only the burning flowers give of the smell of roses. Why is that, Professor?" he asked, curious, as he wrote his observation on the board.
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