now there came on a dreadful storm , and the flowers of the field folded their leaves or bent their heads as it passed over them . the buckwheat flower alone stood erect in all its pride . " bow your heads , as we do , " called the flowers . " there is no need for me to do that , " answered the buckwheat .
it does n't need to .
why doesn't the buckwheat bow its head ?
why doesn't the buckwheat bow its head ?