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His eyes scanned the nearby bushes, but there were only more dandelions and other weeds he had no name for there. Oh well. He would find his mama a new flower soon enough. His tongue flicked out to wet his nose when Heda caught his attention, eliciting a chirped response of, what?!

The expression that crossed his face next was some combination of confused and distant, like Gideon was looking far into the universe to parse the meaning. Really, he was listening to Heda but also to the myriad rapid-fire thoughts crossing his brain at that moment, which included the names of several other flowers he knew. These wires were quick to become crossed.

God? he wondered, followed almost immediately by some innate understanding that God was a person of some kind. He went on, but if God made me and God made too, um, too-lips too then why didun, he took a deep breath, didun He make too-lips and roses and dannyliars all be woofs instead? After all, being a flower must be dreadfully boring compared to being a wolf. Then they'd be even more special!