He was reading in the garden when something small and bright made him raise his eyes from the book. It was fliying round the rosebush. He stood up and appoached there, but it had disappeared. It was the first time he notice the fragance of those roses. He had never paid atention to how well they smeled.
In the morning next day he was infront of the rosebush looking at the strange event that had taken place the previous night. All flowers were yellow except one of them, which was orange, and when the sun came up it turned fuchsia. In the following hours the colour changed to different reds, purple, blue, light blue and white; then the rosebud opened its petals and gave away an amazing scent. He couldn´t believe it. He was astonished.
He had heard he could make a perfume mixing petals with alcohol, it was as easy as that, therefore, he did it. After that he had to sed it aside for some weeks. He had created a marvellous perfume with such delicios fragance!. He would have been the happiest man in the world if he had been able to share that moment.
However, he couldn´t tell anybody what had happened. Who could believe him? He waisted for the next spring, smeled his fabulous perfume every day. But the special flower never appeared.
He always thought about the small and bright thing that he ahd seen fluttering around. It was only a shiny bug. It might be a fairy, why not? Or it was just a natural phenomenon. Who knows?
In the morning next day he was infront of the rosebush looking at the strange event that had taken place the previous night. All flowers were yellow except one of them, which was orange, and when the sun came up it turned fuchsia. In the following hours the colour changed to different reds, purple, blue, light blue and white; then the rosebud opened its petals and gave away an amazing scent. He couldn´t believe it. He was astonished.
He had heard he could make a perfume mixing petals with alcohol, it was as easy as that, therefore, he did it. After that he had to sed it aside for some weeks. He had created a marvellous perfume with such delicios fragance!. He would have been the happiest man in the world if he had been able to share that moment.
However, he couldn´t tell anybody what had happened. Who could believe him? He waisted for the next spring, smeled his fabulous perfume every day. But the special flower never appeared.
He always thought about the small and bright thing that he ahd seen fluttering around. It was only a shiny bug. It might be a fairy, why not? Or it was just a natural phenomenon. Who knows?
Montse Olivé - 4 English
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