Once upon a time there was a newly sprouted flower. It was young and tender and bought by a gardener to place in his garden. The gardener carefully transplanted the flower and gave it rich soil and plenty of sunshine. He fed the beautiful sprout attentively everyday with water. The flower grew as it was meant to; its shade of color unique, it's roots strong in the ground. As it grew older it began to show signs of strain, its color began to be dull and it could not hold up its own head in the prime of its life.
"What is wrong with my flower?" The gardener asked in confusion.
The flower heard this and wanted to please its master and tried to stand up straight, but could not. With all its might it tried to surpass its tiny chemistry and be the flower it was meant to be. But it was too late. It could only be the best it was given. For you see, unknown to the gardener, he was feeding the flower with water that had other things present in it.
The flower, trying its best,
had become
what it was fed.
-Jenni