Once upon a fern

There was story E. Blyton wrote, about a little gnome or an elf or some other fantastical creature, who would go around at night curling up the little ferns nice and tight so that in the morning they were ready to open up and unfurl once again.


Do you ever just want to curl up into a tiny little ball and hide away in a corner, possibly to die, or possibly to gather dust for a hundred years until everything is just magically done and over?

Yea...me neither...