Angel Bunny continued running as he headed towards a field of flowers and he hopped and disappeared through them.
"Wait, please! Just a minute!" the puny Sweetie Belle called out to Angel Bunny and she ran into the greenery among the flowers, with some strange-looking butterflies flying pass from above.
"Oh, dear. I'll never catch him while I'm THIS small," said Sweetie Belle as she came into the inner area of the greenery and then the strange-looking butteries, which are made up of bread slices — with dabs of butter — flew pass her.
"Why... curious butterflies," she said as the breaded butterflies landed on a leaf plant, forming a loaf of bread.
"You mean bread-and-butterflies," came a female voice.
"Yes, of course," said Sweetie Belle and she looked back to see where the voice was coming from and saw nothing but different types of flowers; a rose, an iris, a daisy, some orchids, some tulips, etc.
"Now who do you suppose...?"
Coming out of the woodwork, is a tiny rocking horse with insect wings that's flying towards Sweetie Belle.
"A horsefly. I mean, uh, a rocking horsefly," Sweetie Belle said and then the rocking horsefly flew away.
"Naturally," came the same voice.
"I beg your pardon, but, uh, did you...?" Sweetie Belle asked as she looked at the rose. "That's nonsense. Flowers can't talk."
"But of course we can talk, my dear," said the rose as she came to life.
"IF there's anyone worth talking to," said the iris snobbishly while holding her loopy tendril vine up to her face like a pair of opera glasses.
"Or about," said the daisy, followed by a laugh.
"And we sing, too," said the pansies with the voices of children.
"You do?" Sweetie Belle asked.
"Oh, yes," came one of the three tulips. "Would you like to hear 'Tell It to the Tulips'?" she asked.
"No, let's sing about us!" came a trio of larkspurs.
"We know one about the shy little violets," said one of the two violets with the voice of a small child, who are peeking shyly from behind a large leaf.
"Oh no, not that old thing," said a lily as she held onto her anther with her leaf, like a person holding onto his/her nose.
"Let's do 'Lovely Lily at the Valley'," said a second lily and then the other flowers began to row over what song to sing.
The rose taps her rose baton on her leaf music stand. "Girls..." she said to the flowers as she raised her rose baton, appeasing them. "We shall sing...'Golden Afternoon'... That's about all of us," she said to Sweetie Belle aside.
Sweetie Belle takes a seat on a small, leafy plant, interested in listening to the flowers' song.
"Sound your A, Lily," the rose told her and the lily began vocalizing in an A note. The pansies warm up their singing in mi's and the daisy warms up her singing in la's. The iris vocalizes an arpeggio scale and then a dandelion warms up its singing with some baritone notes. Three dandelions began vocalizing baritone notes as the music starts playing.
(Flowers) Little bread and butterflies kissed the tulips
And the sun is like a toy balloon
There are get up in the morning glories
In the golden afternoon
Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooh
There are daffy daffodils on the hillside
Strings of violets are all in tune
Tiger lilies love the dandelions
In the golden afternoon
In the golden afternoo~oo~oon
There are dog and cat-erpillars
And a copper centipede
Where the lazy daisies love the very peaceful life
They leeeee~eeeee~eeeeeeead
You can learn a lot of things from the flowers
For especially in the month of June
(White Rose) There's a wealth of happiness and romaaaaaaance
(White Rose/Flowers) Allllll in the golden afternooooooooon
The music livens up as bell-shaped flowers, that are attached to a couple of tendril vines, started ringing; to which the daisy is pulling onto them. The trumpet honeysuckles emitted woodwind sounds and then the tuba-shaped flowers emitted brass sounds. The iris is playing on a flower that looks like a harp. The bread-and-butterflies bring Sweetie Belle over to the pansies to which they made space for her.
(Flowers) All in the golden afternoon
The gol-den af-ter-nooooooooooooon
(Sweetie Belle) You can learn a lot of things from the flowers
For especially in the month of June
There's a wealth of happiness and romaaaaaaaaaaaance
Alll- (voice breaks)
(Flowers) ...The gol-den af-ter-noooooooooooon
(harmonizing)
The music ends with the black-eyed Susan using two of its flowers to clash them together like cymbals, which resulted in the petals to fly apart.
Sweetie Belle applauded. "Oh that was lovely," she said with pleasure.
"Thank you, my dear," said the rose as she kindly placed a leaf under Sweetie Belle's chin.
"What kind of garden do you come from?" the daisy asked Sweetie Belle while fluffing her petals.
"Well I don't come from any garden," she said.
"Do you suppose she's a wildflower?" the daisy asked the iris as she gently shove her with slight agitation.
"Oh, no. I'm not a wildflower," Sweetie Belle said with a small giggle.
"Just what species—or shall we say, genus, are you, my dear?" the rose asked.
"Well, I suppose you can call me a genus, humanus, uh—Bellus!" Sweetie Belle exaggerated.
"Ever see a Bellus with a blossom like that?" the daisy asked the iris.
"Come to think of it, did you EVER see a Bellus?" the iris asked as well.
"Yeeeees," the daisy responded. "And did you notice her petals?" she asked as she pointed at Sweetie Belle's dress. "What a peculiar color."
"And no fragrance," the iris added after she had took a whiff of Sweetie Belle's hair.
"Just look at those stems," the daisy laughed as she hiked up Sweetie Belle's dress from the back, pointing at her legs.
"Rather scrawny I'd say," the iris remarked as Sweetie Belle slams her dress down from the daisy's grasp.
"I think she pretty," said a rosebud with the voice a toddler, who is attached to the rose's stem.
"Quiet, bud," said the rose as she covered the rosebud with her leaf.
"But I'm not a flower," Sweetie Belle assured.
"Ah-haah! Just as I suspected!" the iris gloated and then she whispered to the rose. "She's nothing but a common mobile vulgaris."
"Ohh nooooo!" cried the orchids.
"A common what?" Sweetie Belle asked.
"To put it bluntly...a weed!" the iris said.
"I'm NOT a weed!" Sweetie Belle retorted.
"Well, you wouldn't expect to admit it," the tulip whispered to the other tulips.
"Can you imagine?" the lilac said to the lily.
"Well, goodness!" the daisy exclaimed in dismay.
"Don't let her stay here and go to seed!" said the lily.
"Go on now," the lilac told Sweetie Belle as she pushed her towards the pansies in which she'd fell on her bottom.
"Please, girl," said the rose.
"We don't want weeds in our bed," said the pansies as they shove Sweetie Belle aside.
"Move along, move along!" said a large leaf, shooing Sweetie Belle away.
Sweetie Belle gets chased away by the blares of the trumpet honeysuckles and the roars of the dandelions and the tiger lily; as well as the barking of a mini pompom flower with the characteristics of a dog.
"Alright, if that's the way you feel about it!" Sweetie Belle retorted at the flowers as the daffodil whispers something to the other daffodil. "If I were my right size, I could pick every one of you if I wanted to!"
The second daffodil nudged at the first daffodil, pointing over at a calla lily that's filled with water and they mischievously poured it over Sweetie Belle.
"Well I guess that would teach you-"
Sweetie Belle gets washed up by the water and she lets out a yowl as a leaf drifts her along the water across the soil; with the sound of laughter coming from the flowers heard in the distance. She grabbed onto a nearby plant and she pulled herself up from the leaf.
""You can learn a lot of things from the flowers"," Sweetie Belle muttered mockingly as she wringed the water off her dress. "Hmpf! Seems to me they could learn a few things about manners."
Sweetie Belle became surprised when she caught sight of some colorful smoke, that are in the shape of letters — which are vowels — floating windingly in the air beyond the greenery.