As The God of Flowers pondered his dilemma, one of the flower-eating creatures appeared,“You, creature! What is your name?” he asked.“I am called, Beetle, sir,” the small creature replied.“You have caused me so much trouble. Why do you not leave these flowers alone?” He asked angrily.“I have never experienced anything like them. They are intoxicating in all ways. The smell, the taste. The pollen feels like a warm embrace,” Beetle explained.The God of Flowers pondered Bettle’s answer as he watched him move from flower to flower. The little creature gorged himself so completely and his body was covered in pollen, leaving sprinkles of it in his wake. In that moment an idea was born. "Beetle, you love these flowers like I love The Goddess of Soil.  For that I shall make you responsible for sprinkling pollen of the blooms so that more will grow even after you have eaten your fill. That way my love will always be visible to the Goddess, " The God declared.