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It's very nice to be in the presence of a pure, beautiful, young flower, to bathe in the light it shines and feed upon its relentless warmth, only to then suddenly, out of the clear blue sky, be faced with a row of long, sharp claws, talons and fangs.
Then I realized that flowers, like all living things, develop and adapt to circumstances in their environment. Looking back it struck me that those talons and fangs had grown as a response to nothing more than my being an ass many moons ago.
I was surprised and perhaps I should have been sorry but I was glad. For the prettiest of flowers would do well to have the claws it needs to keep would-be aggressors at bay.
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