I just got back home… ready to place my beautiful new plant on the windowsill.

“I love my new plant and I can’t wait to take care of it forever,” I thought. I decided to name it Christopher.

“chhchchhchhchch”

I pondered at what the sound could be. I returned from the kitchen until I heard the noise again-

“chhchchhchhchch”

I turned towards the windowsill, not ready for the huge shock. It was my plant. He was dying.

Christopher was dying.

“wHy MaStEr? WhYyYyY?” he said- with a soft wail.

“wh-what OH MY GOD what happened? I literally just bought you!”

“aUgHhHhHh”

“How is this even possible?”

“NoBoDy KnOwS.”

Those were his last words. I hyperventilated. I hurried to the fridge, to grab my green apple I left there half an hour ago.

“wHy MaStEr?”

CHRISTOPHER II was dying too. This day cannot get any worse.

“WHAT?! I JUST PUT YOU IN THE FRIDGE-”

“Actually though, I have no idea why this happens” Christopher II enunciated…

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

My scream echoed through the empty walls of my home. To make myself stop mourning about Christopher and Christopher II, I went to the local garden store. After 3 long hours of browsing through plants, I finally found a worthy successor for Christopher. And this made me happy, so I didn’t feel there was a reason to find a descendant for Christopher II.

Time passed. I was feeling better in general. I was playing video games with my friends when things start to get weird again.

“HEY MASTER… CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING QUICKLY” a loud voice spoke. I didn’t know where it was coming from. “It’s been 2 WEEKS since the last time you watered me!”

“I guess I forgot…”

“OH, I’M SORRY TO REFRESH YOUR MEMORY. NOW IF YOU DON’T MIND… I NEED WATER TO

SURVIVE!” he shouted

“Okay… uh… here you go,” I poured a glass of water on the plant

“I like that,” I kept watering “wait, slow down…”

“What happened?” I questioned

“You are DROWNING me. I’m about to die now.”

“But you said that you needed water…”

“I know what I said but TOO MUCH water makes me die.”

“Oh… sorry,” I said- solemnly

“This is unbe*leaf*able…”

“Hahaha that’s a good plant pun.”

“I guess my *tyme* has come…”

“I am so sorry, Benjamin. I didn’t mean to kill you.”