Daisy Quench left her home, half happily and half sadly, and went to the blue forget-me-not field. O'er the field, she saw another field of another colour of another flower, half-blooming. It was the lavender in the colour of lavender in the lavender field. Daisy Quench went to see what was that that was soothing her mind and made her so comfortable, and found out that that was the thin lavender smell of the lavender in the colour of lavender in the field of lavender. She lay on the field, and fell asleep, because of the smell of the lavender.

        When someone ever fell asleep on the field, making a good dream, he should know that he keeping his belongings kept is the most important thing. If you have ever fell asleep on the field and lost your belongings, do you not feel so miserable. Most of the most, that is the most unfortunate thing can ever happen on a normal guy (or a woman); but this was not the most miserable thing that happened on the poor Daisy Quench.

        Daisy Quench found her purse lost when she got up in the evening, and when she tried to go home, she could not: her home disappeared, not even a piece of wood or a pile of ash was found. The only things that left behind were just a flower-crown of forget-me-not, a key-ring of some keys and a handkerchief of white background and blue polka dots. When she picked up the key-ring of keys and the hankerchief, a figure of an old woman appeared next to her.

        "Are you Daisy?" said the figure softly.

        "No," Daisy replied. She remembered that her mother always told her to say "no" to strangers, and she said "no" without thinking.

        "A man told me to give this to a girl here who replied "no" when I asked. I think that is you, so, get this," said the old woman, handing her a pocket-watch, and left quietly.

        "What is your name, Ms.?" Daisy asked, but the figure disappeared.