"I'm sorry!" A voice called out from the garden's edge, "But I've come to take you back to the safety of my home."
The plant remains listless as it slowly loses its grip on the roots that once held it fast to all it knew.
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The plant's head droops as it gradually loses its grasp on the flowering pot it sits in and falls to the ground, slamming onto the stones below, unaffected. It stares at the sky with a mournful expression on its leaves while an unsettling high-pitched hum reverberates through the air.
"I'm sorry!" A voice called out from the garden's edge, "But I've come to take you back to the safety of my home." The plant remains listless as it slowly loses its grip on the roots that once held it fast to all it knew.
Sue Clayton
24/9/2022 02:52:03 am
I'm off to give my pot plants some TLC.
J. Iner Souster
28/9/2022 01:18:47 pm
Ha, I thank you for all the plants that can not. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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