“Aren’t the flowers pretty?” I asked my young son during our picnic.

He shrugged noncommittally.

“Oh, come on,” I pressed him. “You can’t really care that little. Imagine how you’d feel if all the daisies disappeared!”

“If all the Daisies were gone,” he said, “all the Donalds would be lonely.”

This story is based on a title suggested by @Fayili.