In a yard covered with yellow leaves, an old man sat with his dog and read the newspaper. The newspaper spoke of the horrible happenings around the world: terrorist attacks, crumbling economies, and unchecked environmental destruction. This must be why the trees are weeping, he thought. As he was lamenting the state of the world he now lived in, his granddaughter toddled out the door.
“Why are there so many yellow flowers here, Grandpa?”
She sidled up to him, her little feet dangling off the bench. He smiled.
“They are just so happy they are here for you, my dear.”
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