Jumbled Seed
The Jumbled Seed got quieter and quieter. He tried to close his ears to the voices of the other seeds, especially when they were talking about what the Master was making of them. He truly hoped no one would ask him what kind of seed he was. It was embarrassing, telling them he did not know.
The day finally came when the Jumbled Seed broke through the ground.
Where was the mighty Oak or the tall maje...
The Jumbled Seed got quieter and quieter. He tried to close his ears to the voices of the other seeds, especially when they were talking about what the Master was making of them. He truly hoped no one would ask him what kind of seed he was. It was embarrassing, telling them he did not know.
The day finally came when the Jumbled Seed broke through the ground.
Where was the mighty Oak or the tall maje...
