Wasan hummed a wobbly tune. She poked the sleeping pink flower with her finger.
The petals yawned wide. Sweet pollen tickled her nose. Wasan giggled, surprised by the playful response.
She sang a bouncy song to a green vine. It wrapped around her wrist like a bracelet.
The vine pulled her toward the gate. Wasan hopped on one foot to keep dancing along.
A grumpy stone block blocked her path. She tried singing it awake, but it sneezed dusty gray powder.
She stomped her foot. A cloud of sparkles flew into the air. The stone bounced happily over her head.
Flowers began to swirl and dance in rhythm. Wasan spun around, her hair flying wild.
The garden joined in a chaotic orchestra. Wasan laughed until tears streamed down her face, hugging the vines.
