Indian Giver Melly

Today I got a flower, because Peter has been late getting home four days this week. Peter gave the flower to Melly to give to me. He carried Melly in as she wielded the rose like a sword. When I took the flower from her, she angrily screamed at me and then lunged to take it back. Unfortunately she missed the flower and grabbing my neck, scratching as Peter pulled her away. When I gave her back the rose she squealed in delight, again brandishing her sword. Oh Melly, our little Indian giver.