It was a sunny day. The clouds were few and far between, the lake was glimmering in the sunshine and the daisies were smiling gaily. Suddenly a yellow foot crushed a few daisies flat.

”LEMON! I told you not to step on the daisies!” A fox was scowling at a yellow cat which had one foot in a bed of daisies.

”No you didn’t!” Protested Lemon.

”She did tell you,” said a small frog with an even smaller daisy on its head. “I heard her.”

”Oh, um, hello Froggy. I didn’t know you were listening,” said Lemon sheepishly.

”Quit standing on the daisies!” Said Nightshade impatiently.

A few minutes later Nightshade was scolding Lemon and Froggy was napping on a lily pad. All of a sudden a lady with black hair, green ribbons, a puffy red dress, stubble, big shiny lips and a wattle wandered over. She looked around, then walked through the daisies.

”Excuse me, ma’am, but please keep off the daisies!” Nightshade was quite annoyed by now.

”Why shouldn’t I?” Said the lady. “I’m Princess Terrett, I am, and who are you to stop me walking through the daisies?” She leaned up close to Nightshade and frowned.

Nightshade backed away from Princess Terrett and muttered something about uncivilized hooligans and not wasting time with that lot.

Lemon went up to Princess Terrett and said, “Sorry Miss Princess Terrett for my friend’s rudeness whoaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Lemon tripped on a sleeping Froggy and fell down. To steady himself he grabbed Princess Terrett’s dress. To everyone’s surprise it ripped.

“You,” said Princess Terrett, turning to face the cat, “will pay for that!”

”Uh-oh,” said Froggy worriedly.

”Trouble,” agreed Nightshade.

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