The bunny sits amidst a field full of lions. He sits calmly, scenting the air, waiting. The lions wait as well. What a tasty snack, but nowhere near enough for all the ions there. What will the bunny do? Escape seems impossible, for he is surrounded by a dense sea of lions. I look for signs of fear in the bunny, but there are none. So calm, accepting of whatever will come his way. Then the bunny looks up, a minute movement of his head. What does he hear, or smell? Suddenly he takes off in a running bunny hop. The sea of lions takes flight as well, but not all follow the bunny. They scatter in every direction, floating up, down, left and right in a swirling whirlwind of white puffs. The bunny escapes unscathed, for it was not the King of the Jungle who surrounded him. He was in a field of harmless, white, fluffy dandelions! But I suppose not everyone thinks dandelions are harmless. They spread their fluffy seeds and more flowers grow where they land. Though some call them weeds, killing them with harsh chemicals. My sever year old cousin thinks they are beautiful flowers. She gathers them from the yard and spends the day holding them to her nose, smelling their perfume. She sniffs them until her nose is stained yellow! Now there’s a sight to see! Her yellow nose matches her blond hair, perhaps a shade darker. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. One gardener’s weed is a little girl’s flower. And Rachel had plenty of flowers Wednesday night after her dance recital, though none of them dandelions. Three large bouquets in crinkly cellophane, she could barely hold them all. And a beaming smile on her face, so excited. What a beautiful dancer.