A Cloud on a Stem

I slipped through the cracked patio door into the fresh air and trotted straight down the stone path, where a round, fluffy dandelion globe stood tall between two flagstones. I paused, tilting my head in patient stillness to inspect the hundreds of tiny white parachutes clustered together. Leaving such a splendid fleet grounded on a single stalk seemed an absolute shame. Planting my back hooves firmly against the cool rock, I stretched my neck close, puffed out my cheeks, and blew with all my might. Whoosh! A flurry of silky parachutes broke free, drifting gracefully upward into the sunlit morning breeze. Puffed with joy, I beamed and chirped: 'Junglelove!'