I picked this flower from the house down the street. I saw it over the fence and it looked across the yard at me. I thought for sure it was all in my head, so I rubbed my eyes and looked over again. Sure enough what I saw was true, the flower was waving and shouting, “Yoo-hoo!” I couldn’t ignore a gesture like this, so I climbed over the fence to get closer to it. It gazed right into my eyes and said, “Pick me, pick me, pick me, go ahead!” I didn’t want to, but the flower insisted I did, so I plucked it from the garden. I suppose the neighbor will miss it, but when a flower tells you to pick it- you pick it!