High up in the clear, pure air flew an angel, with a flower plucked from the garden of heaven. As he was kissing the flower a very little leaf fell from it and sunk down into the soft earth in the middle of a wood. It immediately took root, sprouted, and sent out shoots among the other plants.
-"What a ridiculous little shoot!" said one. "No one will recognize it; not even the thistle nor the stinging-nettle."
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