RHYONNA WOULD NOT SIT ON THE DANDELION, I HAD DRAWN FOR HER.
The only way I could see and converse with Rhyonna was on a dandelion. Otherwise she flitted and flew between the sunshine rays. Finally, after my first poetic 25-page draft and read by my writing group in 1984, Rhyonna realized I was serious and sat on the dandelion.
After many editor rejections, 120, and a known author copied the essence of my tale for a movie (HE GOT FAMOUS), I e-published Rhyonna's story tred of all publishing, my turn.
Now, I think Rhyonna is trapped on the dandelion. I feel bad.
MY HOPE IS she entered the vast internet and flitters around here and there enjoying herself as a fairy does.