Hostage rescue!

The cacti popped out of the tree tunnel and quietly inched their way along its branches. Of the three pots who had made the journey, the ten little cacti were by far the most afraid. And indeed, as the rescue mission approached the… But wait! Backstory!

At red barn, I picked up these two little succulent leaf things. Small and sprout like, they loved nothing more than to bask in the glow of the sun and wait for their roots to sprout. The two sprouts, Jack and Diane, were new to the party at the beginning of the adventure, and were the ones who were taken hostage by the squirrels.


Right… Back to the intense rescue mission for Jack and Diane.

The group of cacti inched forwards along the branches, precariously balanced in their pots on their water trays. The hostages had been left out on the most remote branch of the tree, protected by only a single, relatively fat and complacent squirrel. As he rolled over on his branch, letting the sun warm a different part of this hide, his ears perked up, alerted to a clattering. The bigger two cacti halted, stalk still in their tracks, hardly daring to photosynthesize. The ten teeny tinny cacti, however, continued to rattle on their water pot in absolute terror.

The squirrel lashed around and bit one of the teeny tinny cacti right out of the soil. As the beast consumed the man alive, the two warrior cacti repeatedly speared the squirrel in the face, but not before he could grab and uproot another. Face finally filled with thorns, the beast stubbled backwards and fell out of the tree. The three pots rushed over to Jack and Diane, who were both waiting in shock that the members of the cacti party would risk their lives for them, just two little succulents. As the cacti inspected the plants for wounds, however, the branch began to tilt ominously. The weight of four pots on the end of the branch was just too much! Un able to retreat back the way they had came, as squirrels, alerted by the screams of their fallen comrade, had blocked the way, the pots began to slide off the branch. Farther and farther, slipping and sliding and falling until…


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