Once there was a little plant.
And like all little plants it wanted to grow and expand, to see, what the garden had to offer.

But the big plants said: “You are a flower, so behave like a good little flower and stay in your bed. Be pleasant to look at and be fragrant.”

Meanwhile all the little herbs could grow wherever and however they wanted. The little plant envied them and sometimes thought to itself, what it would be like to be as free as a herb.

Then someday some weeds came along. They chatted with the big flowers and herbs but were met with some kind of distant respect. They also spoke with the curious little flowers and herbs.

So the little plant made its first contact with a completely different kind of plant and was very smitten by their tales. They could move freely without the restrictions imposed on flowers or herbs. They were able to explore all the mysteries of the garden and beyond.

And after a while the little plant realised that it never would be the kind of flower that all the big plants said it should grow into. At that moment the little plant started to grow more confident. Deep down in it’s roots the little plant felt, that in fact it was neither a flower nor a herb but a weed.

When first it told the other flowers and herbs about it’s realisation it was met with contempt. But the little plant started to spend more and more time with the weeds and soon looked more and more like a weed itself.

And when the time came for the weeds to move on and to explore another batch of soil in the garden the not-so-little-plant-anymore said goodbye to all the flowers and herbs it grew up with and went with the weeds.

The plant then explored many more batches of soil, met all kinds of different plants, flowers, herbs and weeds alike. It made a lot of friends along the way and grew to be a big, strong weed.