It's another lovely day of being a bush shaped plant! Just kidding, I see the same image every time I grow and it's as boring as watching golf. How do I know what golf is? My gardener once played it close by with a young pal of his. Yeah, I got hit in the head by the ball. Not only was it boring to watch, but I also got hit in the head. What a great day that was.
"Hey, Bobby!"
Oh Plantis, please no! I don't want to talk to Jarood at the moment! All I want to do is take in some delicious sun!
"Bobby, I know you heard me."
"What, Jarood?"
"Whoa, someone woke up parched."
"I'm not parched, for your information. The gardener just watered me a few minutes ago. He ignored the rest of you plants so take that for a change!"
"Sheesh, I just wanted to tal-"
"No, I don't feel like talking. Not now, not ever."
Hmph, how long will it take him to know that I just want to be all alone with my thoughts? Makes me grow faster, anyways. The quicker I grow and steadily become ready to pick, the sooner I'll be able to move away from that weirdo.
"Let's see, what do we have here? Oh boy! This is probably the biggest cucumber we've had yet! (Don't get any ideas, reader!) I'll just go ahead and pick you and take you to the pantry."
FINALLY! FREEDOM! Wow, I've never seen this part of the garden before! Are those strawberries? Dang, they look cute. Plants that grow up on things? Wow! Why couldn't that be in my garden area? Mmph, these tomatoes are taking up a lot of space. Hold on a second, why am I the only cucumber here?
~3 minutes pass of more observations and questioning~
. . .
What is that weird thing that I can look through?
TO BE CONTINUED...
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The Pickles
RandomWhy is this story made? Because I was having writer's block and my best friend's brother gave me one word. Pickle. You see, I can take a million ideas off of one word, but this word caught my eye somehow. Anyways, just enjoy the story of the pickles...
