Jones´ love killed me...

Oh! How I love being here where the grass is always green and the sun shines forever.

How I love this smell of nature...

How I love being here with all my beautiful sisters, they are all so stunning!

Ah! here he comes.

The one who cares about me.

The one who always take care of me.

Wait... what is he holding in his hand?

Are those scissors?

Wait... no, no! He´s going to cut me!

Hes going to cut me... he´s going to...

Well, I hope that at least I could be part of somebody´s heart.

:)