Percy, President of the Plightless Plant Plantation wanted to embalm
the last kind of Hydracola plant from decaying and vanish from the hands of
mother nature. Every life should be cherished and have the
right to live and plants are the very providers of life. However despite her
claims, armies of fulminating individuals held protest against the preserving
of the Hydracola, believing it to be, or claiming to know that it is, the most
deadliest plant creator of the worst plague Hydracolism.
After hours of research Percy feels quite
certain that it is no such plant as long as it doesn’t get eaten, but her cries
of evidence and theory were inaudible over the hordes of protestors.
Percy would not
give up, her appreciation for life was too much.
She had a
plan to continue to breed the Hydracola far
away from any garden, park, or forest. This she would declare to the thousands
of petulant protestors outside her door.
Percy spoke to the crowd of protestors, who
now decided to finally listen, about her preservation plan. It all seemed to go
well, everything was silent except Percy’s speaking voice being loud and
direct. Close to the end of her speech, she held the last Hydracola in it’s
glass jar high above her head for dramatic closure.
Then…
Oeps…
Smash…
…
The glass jar lay in pieces by the feet of
the protestors, revealing the Hydracola and supposedly it’s terrible poison.
For a spurious moment, the protestors, making no movement, looked down at what
they apparently feared. Nothing happened, it wasn’t poisonous, it was however, dead, last of it’s kind, fallen from the hands of mother nature.
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