Once upon a time, there was a boy.

The boy loved dandelions. He loved to blow them, kick them, and watch them shake and dance in the wind. It was really all he did. His friends found it very strange.

One day, as he walked home from school, he passed by a very large field full of dandelions. It was a sea of green and white! The boy ran across the street, looking both ways before crossing, just to be safe. He stopped in front of the large fence that separated the field of dandelions from the rest of the world. The gate was locked from the other side and the fence was too big and dangerous for him to climb up. He didn't wanna get hurt!

The boy had to think. He thought long and hard about how he'd get over the fence. After a few minutes, his face lit up. He ran home and grabbed a few of his old toy boxes. All the boxes were empty because he gave away all of his toys. He didn't need toys anymore, he only needed dandelions to have fun. He threw the boxes into his wagon and ran back to the fence.

The sky started to turn grey and the clouds started to rumble. The boy didn't notice this, and he started to stack his toy boxes on top of each other, one by one, until he could reach the top of the fence. He climbed over the fence and climbed down the other side.

He was in paradise now! The dandelions were so tall and so, so fluffy. They were almost as tall as him! He swung his arms and body around freely, knocking dandelion seeds everywhere like a sprinkler.

The boy played for hours and hours, losing track of time. Then, rain started to fall, at first slowly, but then really, really heavily. All of his beloved dandelion seeds started to get soggy. He tried to blow one, but the seeds didn't float to the ground like they normally did, but instead, hit the ground with a loud plop. What a shame!

The boy couldn't have fun anymore. He had no dry dandelions to play with! He decided to go home. Unlatching the gate that connected to the fence, the boy sulked out of the field. He put his toy chests on his wagon and headed home. He hated the rain, and he swung his fists angrily trying to hurt it.

The boy entered his house soggy and sad, slamming the door behind him in anger. He wasn't even mad at the dandelion thing anymore, he was mad at water. He hated it, so he did what any angry child would do: cry, say mean things, and hit stuff. He turned on the sink and filled a bucket with water. He kicked the bucket, and hit the water with his fist. The water was cold, and hitting it hurt him a lot. He cried more. He never wanted to see water ever again.

The boy was very, very sad. He couldn't drink water anymore, the very sight of it made him feel like crying. He didn't wanna cry - his tears were water! Not drinking water made him very thirsty. His throat started to ache and his head started to hurt. His mom saw him and felt bad for him. She poured him a glass of water and told him that he needed water to survive. He was still sulking. His feelings, palms, and pride were all hurt. He didn't want to drink water, but he wanted to survive. He wanted to wake up tomorrow and play with his dandelions. But for now, he was so, so mad about what water did to the dandelions. All of them were soggy!

Eventually, the boy gave in. He swallowed his pride and a glass of water, instantly feeling refreshed. What a rush! This was what he was missing out on? If only he had known! He wanted to tell everyone about how amazing water was! He ran outside, running up and down the street screaming about water. The rain slowly stopped falling. The sky was clearing up, and a rainbow started to emerge from behind the clouds. He was sad that the water was gone, but he was happy that the dandelions were going to be okay. He picked up a soggy dandelion, and he didn't blow it or kick it or watch it shake and dance in the wind, but instead he brought it inside. He put it in a glass of water and put it beside his bed.