(Some swedish lyrics will be here, I will translate it in a comment on these places❤️)

"Små grodorna, små grodorna är lustiga att se, små grodorna små grodorna är lustiga att se~"
Poppy and a bunch of other trolls danced around the maypole while singing happily. They all held eachothers hands and jumped around the pole, forming a sircle around it. The pole was covered with leaf and flowers. It was big and tall, it almost looked like it was touching the clouds. Oh, no actually it was. Cloud Guy! Get out of here I'm telling a story!

"Ej öron, ej öron, ej svansar hava de, ej öron, ej öron, ej svansar hava de
Ko-ack ack ack, ko-ack ack ack, ko-ack ack ack ack a~"

Everyone let go of eachothers hands and laughed. It was such a silly song and dance but that made it even funnier.
"Dad, where's your flower crown?" Poppy asked her dad while giggling.
"Riiiight here!" Peppy said and took a round crown covered in leaf and flowers out of his hair and put it on his head.
Poppy laughed. She had a flower crown too, and all the other trolls too. It was a tradition to wear it, and it was cute and beautiful too.
"Omg Satin, your flowers matches with your dress!" Chenille said.
"And your flowers matches with your eyes!" Satin replied.
Poppy smiled. This had been a great celebration this far! Everyone was happy and had fun.....or...
"Dad, have you seen Branch?" Poppy asked.
"No Poppy, I haven't. He is that gray troll right?" Peppy said a little confused.
Poppy sighed.
"Yes, but I hope he will come. It might would make him feel happy..."

Later on the evening Poppy was out in a field picking some flowers from the ground. She looked at them closely to assure herself that she didn't pick the same kind of flower again. The sun was slowly setting in the distance, and it painted the sky orange and yellow. It also made the grass in the horizon look misty. The air was cool and fresh, and the smell of the blooming trees and flowers made it even more relaxing to walk around in the tall grass and plock the flowers.
Poppy took a deep breath and looked at the sunset. It was beautiful. It kind of reminded her of something. Or someone. She looked down on the flowers.
"Why do I wish that he was here?" Poppy asked herself.
She then took another look at the sunset and started to go back home, her hand filled with seven types of flowers that she would put under her pillow.

"This is so stupid..." Branch sighed as he pulled up another flower from the ground.
"Why am I even doing this in the first place?" He looked at the flower he had in his hand as if it would answere him.
"I don't want to be sure that I like her, cuz I DON'T like her, and I DON'T want to marry her!" Branch continued and looked angrily on the innocent flower.
His frown slowly faded away.
"Okay... I'm already pretty sure about how I feel...I.......I just wonder what she feels......" Branch looked down at his feet.
"M-maybe she won't dream of me...she probably won't........" He felt his eyes get a little wet.
He quickly dragged his arm over his eyes to drag away the tears. His eyes then looked at the flower in his hand again. It was beautiful. Just like....
"Okay. I will try this. It might just be a silly thing that some-troll came up with, and that it doesn't really work.." He then put down the flower in his basket.
The basket had now seven flowers in it, and Branch began to walk back home.
"I hope.....I hope I'll sleep well...."

(19/06/2020)