"Will the defendent please rise...How do you plead? Are you, or are you not a "weed"?" The plant looked a little downcast in the shot glass vase.
Prosecuter AKA Handsome: "Of course it's s stinky weed and it does not belong in that cup!"
Defense Attorney AKA Hunky: "It is NOT a stinky weed! It is a BEAUTIFUL flower for my mommy!"
I admit, I would have to vote with both sides. In hard core evidence, I would have to say it is a weed, given that I plucked several of its kin from the ground earlier in the day. On the other hand, it is still a flowering plant...
The defendent stays the same, with head slightly bowed toward the countertop.
I rest my case. It is all in the perception of the beholder. In this particular case, Handsome removed the said "weed" to let it die on the counter. But Hunky picked it up and placed it back in the cup, where it still lives today.
It will completely wither shortly I am sure. Just like the sisters I plucked from the ground earlier. They died because I deemed them weeds. At least THIS one will surrender its last ounce of life in a cup proclaimed a beautiful flower for a special mom. How much better can life get?
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