A cronopio finds a lonely flower in the middle of the fields. He is about to tear it off, but thinks it is a useless cruelty and gets on his knees and plays cheerfully with the flower, namely: he caresses its petals, blows with his mouth so that it dances, buzzes like a bee, smells its perfume, and finally he lays under the flower and falls asleep, shrouded in great peace.
The flower thinks: he's just like a flower.