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The flower, bright colored petals glistening with early morning dew, was awakening with anticipation of a bright sun filled day. A slight breeze blew through the high branches of majestic pine trees, whistling softly to the forest animals. The cawing of dozens of jet black crows pierced the morning like hawkers selling their wares at a college football game. The sun, breaking slowly through the mist, began warming the damp fur on the creatures who would spend the daylight hours foraging for food in the peacefulness of the secluded woods. Honeybees, hovering like waiting to land helicopters, could sense the flower’s sweet nectar that they would soon transport back to their family oriented comb. A mockingbird, gripping a low hanging oak branch was vibrating with hunger pains waiting for the precise moment to swoop down on one of the very large orange and black insects. One of the bees, a scout, was just starting to alight on the emerald green highest leaf when the entire plant suddenly disappeared. The bee, never before having its life work vanish before its compound eyes reversed its direction and began zigzagging around looking for another plant to land on.

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