With her single purple iris left, Sam walked back toward her house. She had given away the other eight of her flowers. "Oh, well," she thought. "Now that I got my purple iris left, soon it will be spring."
Then, when she got by the front door to the house, Sam turned back. Amity Park looked different! The plain, white, snow-covered neighborhood was splashed with bright colors The flowers Sam had given to her friends, along with her iris, were blooming up and down Amity Park. Sam had brought spring to Amity Park.
I hope that didn't have too much fluff as a first story
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