Sometimes, when you see a delicate flower, its petals blowing in a breeze, it's best to preserve the moment instead of taking it with you. Sometimes, if you touch the flower in a wrong way, it may be too brittle to hold, and will crumble to ashes at your hooves. As we all know, there is no worse a crime than killing a flower, with no wronging against its name.

Lyra, while reading the newspaper, in her usual spot in the park, fails not to notice a beautiful yellow mare across the path.