The Inventor’s Rad Adventure

• Good morning, world!!! Those were the first words escaping Roksim’s mouth as soon as he jolted himself upwards in his bed, beaming with glee and head filled with exciting thoughts: the Inventor’s new masterpiece is finally ready to be field-tested!! The sun is shining bright, the clouds are huge and marvelous – Roksim had taken everything into account this morning, peeking out of the window between the large chomps he made as he consumed his eggs and sausage breakfast, mainly eggs, since he used up almost all of the sausages to fuel his creative brain while inventing said masterpiece. At last, it is time! After finishing up the meal, Roksim has left his workshop, carrying his precious Fl0werizator-3000 in hand free of the half-eaten sandwich he had failed to leave behind.

Although, “dragging” would suit the situation more, as Fl0werizator-3000 represented what could only be described as “a grandiose invention”. Consisting of the other 39, less grandiose, inventions, it resembled a pile of junk attached to a rope, which the Inventor used to pull it out of the workshop and ruin the grass behind him as he was making his way uphill. It’s full extent of functions eluded even the large brain of the Maestro himself, but the main one was supposed to be “make flowers less disgusting to eat”. Having tried it on multiple occasions, Roksim has since long been pondering the possibility of improving the flowers into a better state of existence, thus bringing balance to this world and allowing himself to roll around on the green fields all day as a by-product.

• A-alrighty then… T-think we are about ready to take this baby for a spin… - Roksim has whispered, huffing and puffing after a treacherous climb. His preference to speak with himself has always been something he had been proud of, considering it a necessity for being able to call yourself an Inventor, and so did his choice of phrases – it worked for that rich fancy guy in the town, so it must be a good practice to pick the coolest ones! Reminiscing about his latest visit to Crownberg, the small yet proud settlement near the river that he had been sneaking around sometimes, the clever flygon had carefully opened the hatch – the mouth! – of Fl0werizator-3000 and dropped a couple of daisy flowers he had just collected into the depths of the gizmo. Now, to press the big red button…

The forest birds were fleeting away from the hill and the squirrels were digging themselves in the leaves as the machine rumbled and groveled, the Inventor staring at it in awe at his own creation. The bulbs sparkled with fire and the vents twirled with steam one last time, and that same couple of daisies has now been deposited between the two pieces of bread Roksim had left of his tasty sandwich in advance. “Behold, the world!” – the mastermind has thought, as he was taking his first bite, chewing and swallowing with tears in his eyes, head filled with thoughts of glory and recognition in the scientific world… No more looting of the town laboratory backyard to find the parts! No more eating like a mere mortal man – it’s time to eat like a fairy! The life of a king awaited Roksim, for he had fully succeeded in his project. The taste, oh, the taste… Just like a rainbow shooting straight into one’s mouth, it made the flygon grab his own belly to see if the sensations he was experiencing really did have a place to settle down and nurture him, because something this delicious simply couldn’t have been a real thing! Stuffing himself full with the rest of the incredible flower meal, Roksim had toppled backwards and collapsed on his back, eyes closed and smile exploring the limits of one’s expression. At last… An utter success, without a single failure in the process, the first of its kind – but surely followed by many more… That’s the feeling…

Returning from his little day journey, Roksim has felt complete in his own self. His lifegoals were met, and his pride was satisfied – and beyond! No longer would people have to grind their teeth watching their cows at work, he thought. Now, they could simply join them and share the meal! Truly, a genius idea and a genius execution, he told himself as he was sitting beside his invention on the porch, watching the evening, drinking the tea with lemon and absorbing the last remains of sunlight into his leaves. – Just wait till those jerks in town hear about you, my baby boy… - the Inventor had uttered to the gizmo peacefully, slowly closing his petals together and dozing off to a world of pure joy, the sound of bees buzzing in the distance…