The first flower he encountered underway was a beautiful yellow daisy. He raised his hand, cut it from the stem, then brought it close to his nose and smelled it. "Very beautiful. But the wreath I'm about to make for this special occasion has to be made of the best smelling flower of all", he said and walked away.

A few minutes later he found a clove bush with flowers in all different colors: others where white, some were pink, mauve, orange, red or even yellow, whereas some even had two or more colors. "Beautiful. I'll make a wreath as bright as the rainbow with those", the accordion exclaimed. As soon as he filled his nostrils with the cloves' smell, however, he changed his mind: "I need something even better smelling for my wreath".

Towards the end of the road he found a rose bush, filled with beautiful, fresh, bright red roses. So amazed was he, that he instantly reached to cut one of them. His fingers then hurt as their big thorns pierced them. "Is it really worth the effort?", he thought then reached for them once more, this time with extra caution. Yet even this time, not only did he feel pain, but he even bled and screamed with pain.

"A special flower needs equally special handling", a caterpillar that was taking her walk only a few meters away told him. She, then, showed him a pair of scissors that was half-buried in the ground, with only the handle standing out. The accordion grabbed it and then approached the rose bush, careful not to get pierced again. As soon as he cut the first rose, he let its intoxicating smell fill his nostrils.

"It was indeed worth the trouble...", he whispered, then cautiously cut the rest of the flowers from the rose bush. After clearing their thorns, he made such a beautiful flower wreath that every single musical instrument in the conservatory admitted his skill and patience....