Rhubarb

Rhubarb woke up with a crick in her neck again. The sun was shining through the leaves and while the dappled grass was beautiful, it was too bright and it was too early! Rhubarb was really too hungry to notice.

Rhubarb and her friend Francis had planned a field trip to the arboretum for breakfast so she needed to get up! She quickly brushed back her hair with her extra long tongue and threw on her best spots.

Waiting for Francis at the crossroads, Rhubarb reached up into the branches for a snack. She felt bad scaring away the birds, but her stomach was rumbling. The leaves the leaves were a bit dry and crunchy but they would have to do. Francine was late. Rhubarb sighed deeply and cranes her neck to see if her friend was coming over the hill, but saw nothing but land and sky.

She didn't even really want to go to the arboretum. For once, couldn't they go somewhere else? She was so tired of eating leaves. Giraffes were supposed to like leaves. Her whole family loved leaves, but Rhubarb was different. She loved to eat flowers instead. They were delicious. And beautiful. She knew she looked ridiculous with her legs all sprawled out and her neck twisted down to the ground. She saw all her friends doing that move down at the watering hole which was why they never went for a drink when the laughing hyenas were there. Maybe yoga would help. Probably not...

Where was Francis anyway?