*** *** Weekend Write-In for 9th. June 2017 *** ***

"forget": In 500 words, tell what happens when someone forgets.

Note - Catching up on past prompts. Written July 10th 2017

FORGET ME NOT

'It is a true tale of German legend that I tell you this day, ja?'

'I like tales!' declared Daisy, eager as ever.

'Not this one,' moaned the tall crocus. 'He's always going on about how he got his name.'

The small plant pouted. 'I tell truth! Ze legend of my name is good tale to tell. You vill maybe listen und learn somesing.'

Again the Crocus shook his stem. 'Listen mate, I've listened enough. Just because you've found a flower who doesn't know your legend, is no reason to keep boring the rest of us!'

'Oh. OH!' enthused Daisy, 'But I do so want to hear how he got his name!'

'His name ... his actual scientific name is Myosotis. It's from the Greek and means mouse's ear.'

'You schwein! You alvays do zis, ven ze pretty girls come round. Vy can't you just let me tell mein story!!?'

The Crocus sighed. 'You're not even German you fool. Plants don't have nationalities. You just like to affect the accent because of the German legend. Talking of, you want to hear this Daisy?'

'Oh I do! I do!' cried the pretty yellow flower.

'Right, well if he tells it, the story will last forever and he'll end up embellishing it, so I'll cut to the chase.'

'NEIN! Ze story is mein to tell und I vill tell it. Vun day ven God vas naming ze flowers ...'

'You were impatient and cried out 'forget-me-not' and God said that was your name. Boom! Story told. Job done. You can shut up now!'

Forget-Me-Not was beyond furious. 'You dumbkopf!! Schiesse!!! Poltroon!!'

'It's a wonderful tale Forget-Me-Not,' reassured Daisy. 'It doesn't matter that your friend cut it short.'

'Brother,' cut in the Crocus. 'For my sins, I am the brother of this little show off and I am heartily sick of him and his legend telling. I was there, it happened and really its not that interesting.'

Forget-Me-Not said nothing. He was too busy sulking ... but then he remembered something and brightened up. 'Ja, you vere zere mein bruder. Do you vish to tell about ze ozzer bit.'

'There's more?' asked Daisy.

'Ja, ask him how he got his name!' crowed Forget-Me-Not, warming to his revenge.

'His name? Crocus?'

'Nein, he is one of many crocuses ... but vat about his actual name. Tell her mein bruder?'

The Crocus crossed his buds. 'I forget.'

'You forget zat you vere familiar viz ze creator?'

The Crocus turned away. 'All I did was call him buddy.'

'Ja but you accuse me of mein German affectations. Vhat about you and your Spanish phase?'

'That was a long time ago,' muttered the Crocus.

'So, you don't forget zen?' pressed Forget-Me-Not. 'You remember saying in ze silly Spanish patois 'Vhat about me ... buddy? Or rather ...' and he said a word.

Daisy's eyes were wide. 'Heffay? That's the Spanish for buddy is it?'

'Ja, sort of, buddy or friend or boss ... zis is vhat he called ze lord and in return ze lord gave him his name.'

'Shut up,' growled the Crocus.

But Forget-Me-Not was on a roll. 'Zis is vy wiz all ze exotic plant names, mein bruder is called ...'

'SHUT UP!' shouted Jeff.

And that is the story of the story of how Forget-Me-Not and his brother Jeff got their names!