She hid behind the garden. The tomato plants grew tall and offered some protection. The humans had found all the rest of her siblings and killed them. She was now the last and only had to hold on long enough for the young ones to escape.
The bright summer days passed quickly and soon the young ones began to feel their first yearnings to fly free. She held them still. Not long now as she aged, gold to silver.
The wind came and she let go. The young ones danced away.
The dandelions would return. The war wasn't over yet.
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