PLACE: Nana's Club House
SUBJECT: Yellow
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[Bambi sees the butterfly has now gone; he then runs over to a big yellow flower among some other wildflowers.]
Bambi: Butterfly!
Thumper: No, that's a flower.
Bambi: Flower?
Thumper: Uh-huh, it's purty.
[Thumper smells the flowers.]
Bambi: Purty.
[Bambi starts smelling the flowers, and comes nose-to-nose with a little skunk.]
Bambi: Flower!
Flower: Me?
Thumper:[laughing hysterically] That's not a flower! He's a little-
Flower: Oh, that's all right. He can call me a flower if he wants to; I don't mind.
Bambi: Purty. Purty flower!
Thumper: [starts to giggle] Oh, gosh.
Bambi (1942)
As I was waiting for son to finish up cutting lawn, I noticed the mums were all in full bloom. I have never had good luck with mums. They never seem to return again.
Baseball Mom
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