p class="MsoNormal"emThis is just a dumb little ficlet./em/p
p class="MsoNormal"Gill the Blue Pikmin was tired of having only a leaf. He was tired of being slower, being weaker, being less important than the rest of the Blues./p
p class="MsoNormal"He wanted to have a flower, and he was going to do something about it./p
p class="MsoNormal"He knew in order to get a flower, he would need to drink nectar, but he had to find out a way to find nectar when he spent most of his time underwater, far from any dry land./p
p class="MsoNormal"Staring up at the roof of the Onion while everyone else was sleeping, he thought of a plan./p
p class="MsoNormal"Morning came, and the Onion landed. Gill and all the other Pikmin left. They were ready for another, average day. Gill was ready to carry out his plan./p
p class="MsoNormal"He quietly wandered away from the group and started looking around. He needed to find a nectar weed to pluck./p
p class="MsoNormal"After a long while of searching and a brief escape from a ravenous pack of Sheargrubs, he found one!/p
p class="MsoNormal"Giddily, Gill grabbed the nectar weed and uprooted it. A big blob of nectar plorped out./p
p class="MsoNormal"Then, with all the hesitation of a rampaging Bulborb, Gill started to drink it. He absorbed every single drop of nectar into his body. Bliss ran through him./p
p class="MsoNormal"In an instant, his leaf turned into a bud, and then it quickly bloomed into a flower./p
p class="MsoNormal"Gill looked at his new flower happily. He walked back to the Onion, finally satisfied./p
p class="MsoNormal"Gill the Blue Pikmin was tired of having only a leaf. He was tired of being slower, being weaker, being less important than the rest of the Blues./p
p class="MsoNormal"He wanted to have a flower, and he was going to do something about it./p
p class="MsoNormal"He knew in order to get a flower, he would need to drink nectar, but he had to find out a way to find nectar when he spent most of his time underwater, far from any dry land./p
p class="MsoNormal"Staring up at the roof of the Onion while everyone else was sleeping, he thought of a plan./p
p class="MsoNormal"Morning came, and the Onion landed. Gill and all the other Pikmin left. They were ready for another, average day. Gill was ready to carry out his plan./p
p class="MsoNormal"He quietly wandered away from the group and started looking around. He needed to find a nectar weed to pluck./p
p class="MsoNormal"After a long while of searching and a brief escape from a ravenous pack of Sheargrubs, he found one!/p
p class="MsoNormal"Giddily, Gill grabbed the nectar weed and uprooted it. A big blob of nectar plorped out./p
p class="MsoNormal"Then, with all the hesitation of a rampaging Bulborb, Gill started to drink it. He absorbed every single drop of nectar into his body. Bliss ran through him./p
p class="MsoNormal"In an instant, his leaf turned into a bud, and then it quickly bloomed into a flower./p
p class="MsoNormal"Gill looked at his new flower happily. He walked back to the Onion, finally satisfied./p