Description One sweltering night, Giddy awoke to the sound of gentle weeping.
With the help of unbridled imagination and tenacity, Giddy comes to.
I don\'t think I will last another day " Giddy soon discovers that all is not well, not well at all in fact, in the garden.
By golly and by pollywog my throat is parched and most of my petals scorched. "Please help me," insisted the voice, "it is too hot out here now, yes even at night. "Pssssst", a hoarse voice muttered out of the blue.
Description One sweltering night, Giddy awoke to the sound of gentle weeping