OK, here goes nothing... 

Saffron shoved a spade into the moist red earth of hergarden. Pushing the handle down, a weed came free of the soil and Saffron shookthe loose dirt from it. She plucked stones out of the ground and tossed theminto a red weed bucket. The sun beat down on her neck and she could almost feel herself being burnt. Saffron took 7 seeds out of the seed bag and dropped theminto each into their own earthy bed. Quickly she covered the seed up with the red dirt and sprinkled water on them. Standing up, she surveyed her work. Yes,it had taken her all day and yes, she was as red as a tomato and yes, she was covered head to toe in red dust and dirt, but her garden was finished.  Her garden looked like a patch of dirt with a tangle of wire sticking up on one side. Saffron smiled to herself, nobody whowalked pass would think that in a couple months there would be peas climbing up those wires, or that there would be tomatoes, or strawberries or parsley inthat red patch of earth.  

Looking up at the pale blue spring sky she saw a magpie flyacross the sun and towards the town below her. Sighing, Saffron stood up and shook the dirt off herself. Leaving her potato patch and gardening tools behindshe wandered down the hill into a wildflower meadow. As soon as she stepped into the meadow she was not longer Saffron the gardener with her tomato nose.She was Saffron the Butterfly whisperer. Racing though the field millions of blue, orange, white and multicolour butterflies swarmed into the sky. Callingout she cried “Oh wise and gentle butterflies, I beg of you to teach your youngto STAY OUT OF MY GARDEN!”  Laughing to herself she twirled around and fell onto her back. Her giggles became whispers lost on the air. She watched as the cotton candy clouds float by. Getting backup Saffron wandered to the edge of the woods where the warm air became cool andfull of shadows. The dark conifers blocked out the sun. Saffron walked into theforest and along and familiar path. Until she came into a mossy meadow where a huge maple tree spiralled up to where the only visible sky was. Saffron wandered over to the tree and sat down on one of its roots, resting her back against the trunk. 

I ended it the the middle of a scene. I find that some round robins tend to be 'blocky' because each person writes a scene instead of part of a entire story. Hmmmm, dose that make any sense???? 

 Is this all right? I'll leave it to you for her to find the paper...

Saffron blinked, she knew that this couldn’t make sense. Yet somehow it did. Here was the proof, a bubbling stream rushing past her feet. She knelt down to look closer. It was unlike any brooks, creeks, or streams she had seen before. The water was clear and frothy with bubbles from it rushing over rocks. And the rocks underneath the water were smooth. Like they had been there for hundreds of years, they were all multicolour. Not bright colors like you seen in the crystal shop in town, stone yet colored. Some were speckled black and white, others were a sandy beige. Saffron plunged a hand into the cool clear water and pulled out one of the stones. She almost expected it just to be an illusion, but her hand held a stone, and her arm up to her elbow was dripping wet with the stream’s water. The stone in her hand was pearl white, and perfectly round and smooth. She put the stone back in the stream, and got up. She looked downstream. It must go somewhere, she thought, it couldn’t go into town without anyone noticing it. So she began walking beside the stream, the water rushing away beside her.