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WARM COMMAND

ON her bed, Daisy was resting her fidgety body

in long day of being a slave

of the pesky prince.

A sudden glows came from the window;

tapless old man,

on a white cape, appeared in front of her.

'Don't be afraid,  my Daisy;

I'm Batala, the god of creation and the god of all gods.'

said in sharp and strident voice.

'Daisy, the dullest can be the sharpest

if only would be sharpened.'

said Batala.

An abrupt flare appeared

as Batala vanished.

Daisy was confused of what Batala had told her;

she thinks about it

until the night gets darker.

'Daisy!' a loud voice from the outside,

angrily;

surely it was the prince

having something to ask once more.

Daisy ran into the throne, quick,

'Yes,  your honour;

What do you need in the middle of the night?'

'I can't see my sleepers. Find it for me.'

commanded and prince;

raised his head up while looking at Daisy.

'I will find it for you,  your highness.'

replied Daisy in lifeless tone

while looking down sadly, at the floor.

Daisy immediately walk fast,

leaving the room

to start searching Fluorescence's missing sleepers.

Daisy started at searching

at the kitchen

as he suddenly see Sprout

with a little boy on his side,  starving.

Sprout saw Daisy

and he quickly pulled her arm

and cover her mouth by his big hands.

Sprout whispered, 'Don't tell this to anyone.

Promise me.

I don't want to die as early.'

and cried.

Daisy removed his hand covering his mouth,

 and asked softly,

'Who is he?

And why are you here at the middle of the night?'

'Sprout replied,

jHe is my son. His name is Bud.

I just want to feed him

but nothing left to me.'

'Are you planning to sneak a food

out of the kitchen

without a permission?

It's stealing.'

whispered Daisy.

'Yes!  I know.

But if you are a parent,

you would not let your son die on famine.'

'By the way,

why are you doing here at the kitchen?

You must sleep earlier.

You must not see the prince angry.'

asked Sprout.

'Actually, he asked me to find his sleepers.

I supposed to be sleeping.'

replied Daisy, whispering.

'Is it that floral carmine pair of sleepers?'

asked Sprout, wondering.

'I'm not that sure,  but how did you say so?

He forgot to give a descriptiop.'

asked Daisy and looked

at Sprout curiously

Sprout replied,

'I just found one inside the refrigerator.

That made me curious

how a royalty lost a sleeper where foods were placed.'

'Me too.' replied Daisy,

and walk coming to the refrigerator

and opened it,

and get the sleepers out of the refrigerator.

'Thank you, mister.' said to Sprout

and she ran back to the throne room,

'I think I found your lost sleepers, your highness.'

Fluorescence got shocked and amazed,

'How did you find it?

Are you using witchcraft

or any kind of black magic?'

'No, your highness.

I think you just forgot

you placed it inside the refrigerator,

with the foods.'

replied Daisy.

The prince got dumbstruck and smiled,

'I know that you are now sleepy.

But I have one more order you must do.'

Daisy went confused

until Fluorescence continued his words,

'Bathe my baby, Burgeon.

She was waiting at you outside.'

and smiled evilly.

'Good night!' said the prince

and Daisy outside on panic

and she saw a dirty pink horse.

Daisy opened a near tap connected to a long hose

and started to wash the whole body

of the horse full of dirt.

As she tried to soap the horse,

it was alarmed

as it kicked Daisy backwards

made her throw away to the wet mub.

Daisy couldn't ever resist not to cry

and her tears fall

across her cheeks — she felt asleep outside. Fluorescence have seen everything

from the window of his room

and he ran quickly far from where he stood.

Daisy woke up on a wide floral bed

inside a strange large room,

with a prepared meal on her side.

She have noticed a piece of paper

near the meal with words,

'A meal for too weak people.'

written on a red ink.

As she open a cover,

she saw a hot pancake

with a drawing of a pink horse,

and a brief message,

'Don't be too clumsy.'

Daisy quickly ate her breakfast

and immediately go down the stare

for another day of being a slave.

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