Fluora awoke on a barrel of hay with only a child's blanket and a white tag and a golden string reading,"Take care of 'Fluora,' she needs a home." The sounds of a crying baby filled the air with despair until a small old lady came. The baby stopped, for only a minute to look upon what creature had stepped foot into her barn. It was the lady, the lady that would soon care for this helpless baby. And so she did.
The baby had grown to the age of 7, when the lady noticed that baby ears were growing in on the side of her head. She wiggled it a few, and could now use her ears! The ears not only, helped her hear from miles away, but to also symbol something.. Symbol alertness and gentleness. The child played with a stick, drawing in the mud that appeared outside the cottage in the morning. She drew and drew, carving a masterpiece that only the lady would be able to see! It was so beautiful, that the lady decided she needed to try different types of art, so she handed the child, which was now 12, a needle and string, (burgundy, gold, peach, blue, and white). She decided to make jeans, just like a pair she'd seen on the television commercials. Her fingers weaved and weaved like a dashing cheetah; fast and agile. She made a tank top and a sock out of the peach. There was extra string, so she just made two cute bows. As for the gold, she made a sock to match the other sock, but this, this color was like no other.. It was sent from a royalty or even a god. She decided it would be a beautiful touch to the burgundy cardigan and Indian shoes she had seen the lady wear. The white silk did the same; touch up the cardigan. Before she knew it, she had hair made an outfit. She looked up, not even realizing she was still on earth, to see the lady's expression.. And she found it, just as she expected; silent, still, frozen, in awe. The lady looked up at the heavens, and simply said while praying,"I found a god in my barn, Fluora the weaving god."