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In Sandy's garden at dawn, Criss, eyes wide and smiling, pops a tomato into her mouth beside a blooming rose bush with lip-like petals. Golden sunrise light glows on jigging tomatoes and bowing sunflowers around her.
Criss tiptoed into Sandy's garden as the first rays of sun peeked through. Suddenly, a rose bush spoke, "Welcome back, Criss!" She gasped, eyes wide, and giggled. The tomatoes jiggled on their stems and said, "Try one! We're extra sweet today!" Criss picked a tomato and popped it in her mouth. "Wow! You do taste magical," she said. The sunflowers bowed, their faces kind. "Every plant here has a secret," whispered the lavender, winking. Criss clapped her hands, excited for the day ahead.
Under leafy watermelon vines in the sunny garden noon, Criss kneels, hand hovering over a small melon with a tiny smiling face, while another plump melon leans nearby; warm light dappled by leaves and a gentle breeze rustles tendrils.
Criss wandered deeper, where watermelon vines curled playfully. "Psst, Criss!" a small melon squeaked. "Did you know my juice keeps you cool on hot days?" Another melon chimed in, "It's true! And we're packed with kindness, too!" Criss beamed, grateful. "Thank you for your gifts," she replied. The plants swayed, happy to share. A soft breeze carried their laughter.
Inside Sandy's garden during warm afternoon, Criss sits cross-legged beside a radiant golden marigold, tucking one gleaming petal behind her ear. Soft sunlight makes the blossom twirl gently, casting bright yellow reflections on Criss’s delighted face.
Next, Criss sat beside a golden marigold. "Need a friend on gloomy days?" Marigold asked gently. "I'm always here to brighten your mood!" Criss picked a petal, tucking it behind her ear. "You’re so cheerful!" she laughed. The marigold twirled with delight. "We all have magic to share," it said. Criss nodded, feeling glow inside her heart.
At sunset in Sandy's shimmering garden entrance, Criss turns toward the path home, one hand waving goodbye to glowing flowers, the other clutching petal-stuffed pockets. Orange-pink twilight light sparkles on the plants’ dewy leaves and Criss’s contented smile.
As the sun set, Criss lingered in the twinkling garden. The plants and flowers chimed together, "Come back soon, Criss!" She waved, promising to return. The garden glimmered, and Criss felt safe and loved. She skipped home, her pockets filled with petals. "Sandy's garden is truly magical," she whispered happily. Inside, she dreamed of tomorrow’s adventures. The garden waited, full of surprises.