The hot sun beats down on your likely sun-burnt neck, sweat dribbling down your face, off your legs, and other places I shalln't be naming for the sake of my and your sanity. Dirt, which had now moistened into mud, sits on your face, evidence of the plentiful amount of work you have done thus far.

Admiring the small yellow flowers you had planted next to the other crops, you sigh, wiping sweat that still seeped from your forehead, which just ends up sticking more dirt onto your face. You stand up from your kneeling position, putting your hands on your hips like the proud farmer- or more so assistance- you were in that moment.

Though the humid weather of spring felt horrid, at least the plants and crops were a bonus. They were so pretty, even some of the crops looked like a beauty if you looked at it the right way. But now, since you were finished with this hard-work and labor, you were able to leave.

At least...that's what you thought..

As you turn around, you see Carrot Cookie right behind you, one hand shielding her eyes from the harsh sunlight, and the other holding the pitchfork she carried almost all around the fields for whatever reason.

"Oh, those are some real vibrant flowers, what kind are they?"

She questions enthusiastically, going around you and looking down at them up close, sitting down on her knees. You shrug silently, unsure yourself. You speak something of 'you just found them around and planted them', or something similar.

The farmer cookie hums in thought, examining the small yellow flowers. Suddenly, a loud gasp escapes her, the pitchfork in her hand digging into the soil where the flowers sat.

"These aren't flowers, they're dandelions! These are weeds! Are you tryin' to kill off my crops??"

Slight panic was in her voice as she digs through the rich soil, ripping the weeds out by the roots, making sure that none of those disguising plant killers were left in her crops.