Leo: The music is getting louder.
Then she went through broad fields of yellow grain, that waved around her like a golden forest; here crickets chirped, grasshoppers leaped, and busy ants worked, but they could not tell her what she longed to know.
Instead of one goldfish swimming in its intricate bowl, I see tons and tons of goldfish laying and eating billions and billions of eggs.
There is a terrible innocence in the benumbed world of the lower animals, reducing life there to a universal chomp.
Thanks for the great attention to detail.
I will continue to use this florist in the future.