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Ken wasn’t getting any younger or thinner, so every morning took himself out for a walk. Fall had arrived, and he enjoyed strolling in brisk weather.
Then it turned weird.
“Hey, Buddy. Stop a second.”
He was walking past the tennis court. The green watering jug marked Ken’s halfway point. He stopped walking and looked around.
“Who said that?”
“Me, the plant. Gee, you’re dense. I’ve been hanging my jug out here every day but you don’t take the hint.”
“A talking plant?
“I need a little more water before the hibernation thing kicks in. Be a pal, will you?”
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