OOD morning, pretty flower!”
“Good morning, little humming-bird!”
“May I have some honey, please?”
“Certainly. Here is plenty. Help yourself.”
“Thank you. It is very good of you. Is there anything that I can do for you in return?”
“Well, I hear so little, seeing that I do not go abroad, that I love to be told things. I wish that you would tell me how you came to have so beautiful a dress. I have often wondered as I saw you flashing past.”
“Have you indeed? Well, let me think. I believe I have heard that it was because of a mouse, that I have it.”
“A mouse? How can that be, busy little Colibrí? A mouse, you know, is dull and gray.”
“Then, Florecilla, if it was not a mouse, it was mud.”
“My dear humming-bird, you must be wrong. You know as well as I do that mud is dull and gray. Won’t you stop your humming a moment and think?”