Somewhere in the depths of Greatwood, an ancient fairy soared freely through the trees. The fairy was very small and wore the petals of a pale green daffodil for a dress which matched nicely with her dark green hair and wings. She had lived in the forest for millennia, watching over the plants as generation after generation of oak lived and died. Her usual duties completed for the day, the fairy spent some time exploring the beauty of the forest. It was an activity she never tired of.
As she flitted gracefully through the forest, a brief glint of purple caught her eye - a morning glory! Morning glories were uncommon in the forest so she always took extra time to appreciate such lovely flowers whenever she found them. The fairy lowered herself down to ground level and approached the purple flower.
Not only were they uncommon but the morning glories of Greatwood were usually much duller shades of blue. Every few years or so she would stumble upon a rarer mutation such as this one and it was always a treat. It was such a treat, in fact, that the fairy found herself entirely entranced by it, letting her guard down for just a moment...
*THUD*
Something large, cold, wet and sticky had just slammed into the fairy's back. Knowing immediately what was about to happen, she let out an involuntary gasp and tried in vain to grasp onto the flower before the toad's tongue now stuck to her back yanked her away.