I don't like the way she looks at me. As if I shouldn't be here. Everyday I wake up to see her glaring at me and murmuring about how I make her job difficult. Her job! Hmpph. What about my job? I have to stand here, everyday, morning and evening looking fresh and green and making everyone who comes by me feel that much better. What with recession and lay-offs, there's so much stress around, that even a small green thing like me makes a difference.
That's it! I'm going to keep all my dried leaves on until the cleaning lady comes with her surly face and let go of all of them in a flurry. Then we'll see how difficult her job becomes.
Above\On a Potted Plant
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