Good evening, children. It's Granny McDuff, ready with a story. So make yourselves comfy, and I'll begin.

Once upon a time, there lived a young Cupid called Valentine. He lived in the forest in a golden tree.

Cupid's were small-winged beings,

and mischievous as they were, they had a very important job.

Their job was to create love.

And all Cupid's themselves had someone to love.

But Valentine did not, for he cherished his alone time.

He loved to read books, climb trees, recite poetry,

practice his archery, and tend to his garden.

He had the loveliest of gardens.

Valentine only grew roses and oh, how lovely they were.

He had a field of them.

700, to be exact.

He took care of them and they thrived.

700 red roses.

He loved them so.

They were the only companion he needed.

Or so he thought. Valentine was the one Cupid who never thought about falling in

love himself. He loved his job, his home and his roses. Life was good. Or so he thought one day another rose popped up the seven hundred and one

but this rose was not like the others it was not not red. It was gold. It glistened like the tips of Valentine's

arrows. Valentine did not like it. He felt it disturbed the rest of the flowers. But he could not pluck it.

It would not pluck it.

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