The flower petals ruffled in the breeze. It was good, because the breeze concealed their conversations.
“What are you red guys doing in our bed? You have no business here!”
“We don’t know! It wasn’t our choice! We’d rather be with our own kind over there!”
One of the yellow flowers piped up: “But you look really pretty mixed together! The contrasting colors are brighter than if you were all separate.”
A red flower snorted. “There’s always a cock-eyed optimist!”