How the Dandelion Got Her Wings
Long ago — long before the rivers had names, long before the villages had songs — there was a great jungle. It stretched from the foothills of the mountains all the way down to where the sea touched the land. In that jungle lived every kind of plant the earth had thought to make: tall, short, climbing, creeping, fragrant, fierce, sweet.
But the jungle had a king.
His name was Banyan.