Every rose has its thorns. Cactus too. Except, the cactus would never be as good looking as the rose. So little cactus grew its own defense mechanism, with body shrouded with white fur-like coating, and underneath it lies a prickly sense of touch that says, ‘BACKOFFyoubunchofhypocrites.’
And the cactus blossomed. My oh my. I suppose it wants to be as pretty as their buddy roses too after all, eh?