Welcome to an imaginative short story accompanied by joyful art to make you smile! It was my pleasure to draw and write this for you today… and there’s a twist at the end. Ready? Let’s tell it.
The Queen of Flower Crowns
There once was a woman named Yasmina (see her fabulousness in the drawing above) who was the best flower crown creator around. Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between would come from far and wide to purchase and put on those feats of floral arrangements.
The woman pictured below was one of Yasmina’s more famous customers: the Witch of the Pines. With her icy azure eyes, she usually scoffed at brightly colored ornamentation beyond pine sprigs, but the chrysanthemum crowns at Yasmina’s shop were so alluring she couldn’t say no. She bought thirty-five, and sometimes wore two at a time.
Trouble at the Flower Crown Shop!
Suddenly a sour and surly lady stomped into Yasmina’s shop: the Witch of the Boars. Eeek! What would the brilliant artist do to protect her wares from all that agressive energy?
“GIVE ME A FLOWER CROWN RIGHT NOW!” the Witch of the Boars bellowed, spittle spewing from betwixt her sharp teeth.
Yasmina took one look at that woman and snagged her largest flower from the shelf — a massive flower which happened to be made of… metal. She dropped it on the intruder’s head with a THUMP and sat back in satisfaction to watch the reaction.
The Witch of the Boars glowered. The ponderous flower teetered on her head heavily, before plopping down… squarely on the lady’s toe! With a YELP, the witch was about to hurl insults at Yasmina — when she caught a glimpse of her furious face in the shiny metal petal. What she saw made her… reflect.
“I suppose I didn’t come in here in a very respectful manner,” the witch conceded, seeing her own wild eyes. They even scared her, though they were her own. “I can understand why I got a flower bop, Ms. Yasmina. Sorry.”
VIDEO: See How These Flower Crowns Were Sketched
Would YOU Forgive this Flower Fury?
Yasmina thought long and hard about what had happened, then turned to the computer screen, stuck her head out of it to be face to face with YOU, and asked:
“What would YOU do next? Would you forgive the Witch of the Boars? How, and what would you do after that to continue working with her? Or would you ask her to leave the store and never come back? Or something else? We are so curious for you to share your thoughts! Use the comment section below…“