"Eve's petals were beginning to curl."

"Her roots were in firm dirt, but there was no water."

"She wished for a burst of rain to quench her thirst."

"Her friend, the bird, saw her struggle."

"Can you help me, sir?" asked Eve.

"I will find water for you," chirped the bird.

"He flew over the river and the meadow."

"The bird found a piece of paper and an idea came to him."

"He picked it up and flew back to Eve."

"The bird folded the paper into a cup shape."

"He then flew to the river to fill it with water."

"The bird returned and poured the water over Eve."

"Eve's petals began to uncurl and she looked much better."

"Thank you, sir," said Eve, her voice full of joy.

"Anytime," chirped the bird, flying off into the sky.

"Eve learned the worth of a good friend that day."

"And the bird learned how good deeds can bring happiness."

"From that day on, Eve was no longer just a flower."

"She was a flower with a story of friendship and kindness to tell."