Hel-l-l-l-l-lp! Somebody. Anybody?
He’s trying to kill me — the mean monster
with the big stick. Please. You gotta get me out of here. Gasp! I’m running out of air. I’m – hack, cough – waaaaaaah! I’m dying!
You know, I had a pretty good life
once. I was just too dumb to know it. I got to hang
around the pack with my friends — Daisy, Bud, Clem, the whole gang. It was clean
and dry and comfie.
Oh sure, sometimes Bud rubbed me the wrong way, and Clem could be Mr. Crankypants first
thing in the morning. But Daisy was always cheerful, and all in all, it was a great life.
That is, until the day the monster came.
First, he tore the roof right off our pack. We thought it was a tornado. Or zombies coming to suck out our brains
— though Clem said I needn't worry about that.
— though Clem said I needn't worry about that.
Then the two-legged leviathan took
his pointy thing and dug a grave. Just my size. And then he buried
me alive! No, really! It was so Stephen King. I tried to scream. I tried to run. But it
was like a dream when you yell but nobody can hear you.
Bl-yeck! Dirt in my ears, dirt in my eyes. I’ve
even got dirt in my no-no-nose. A-choo! Not to mention. . .pee-yu! Can you smell that fertilizer! Grr-oss! What did I ever do to deserve
this torture? Nothing—that’s what! Eeeew! Was that a worm?
I think I'm starting to crack. Just this morning, I was stretching my legs — when suddenly I remembered —what the heck! I'm a seed — I don’t have legs. So what are these long, spindly things growing from my south-side? This is re-e-eally creepy. I just don’t know who I am anymore.
I think I'm starting to crack. Just this morning, I was stretching my legs — when suddenly I remembered —what the heck! I'm a seed — I don’t have legs. So what are these long, spindly things growing from my south-side? This is re-e-eally creepy. I just don’t know who I am anymore.
So, get this, Mr. Cruel and Unusual. I’m not gonna take this
lyin' down. No sirree. I’m breakin' outta this joint. I'm pushing up with this sort-of-horn-thingie growing out of my top. Yeah, I know. Weird, huh? That’s okay. Once I break through, I’ll hitch a ride back to my
old life, back to the pack. I’ll show you! Any minute
now. . .push, push, harder, harder, pant, pant, ughhhhhh. . . .
LIGHT! Beautiful, warm, delicious light! Do I hear an angel choir? I’m free, I’m free!
Daisy! Is that you, old friend? I
thought I’d never see you again! Hey — you look
different! I always thought you were cute, but Girl — you are drop-dead
gorgeous! What happened?
No, don’t joke with me. I’ve had a
rough couple of weeks. You don’t know what he did to me.
No way! No. Freakin'. Way. That’s the
craziest thing I ever heard. You mean. . .I’m a flower? Wow. Who knew? Beautiful? — me? Shut up! You're making me blush!
Daisy, look out! The monster's back! Um, gardener guy — whatever. What’s that big bucket with the
spout? Is this more torture?
Ahhhhhhh. That feels so-o-o-o good.
Didn’t know I was so thirsty. This is like champagne and a shower all in one. So, he takes care of us? How cool is that!
Woo-hoo! I can’t believe the view from
up here on this stalk. Clouds and sky. I can see the whole garden. Hi, Clem! I see you made it. This is freakin’
amazing.
Um. . .Daisy? Daisy! He's back. But what’s he got this time? This doesn't look good.
Clippers? What do you mean — pruning? Eeeeks. Those things look dangerous.
Hel-l-l-l-l-lp! Somebody. . . .Anybody?
Hel-l-l-l-l-lp! Somebody. . . .Anybody?
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