A FICTIONAL ‘TALE’ INSPIRED BY THE ORDINARY WHICH IS REALLY EXTRAORDINARY

Frondie and Momo Shoot the Poop

An unlikely pal-ship between a house cat and a houseplant

Every day, Momo dreamt of the day that the tree behind him would speak to him. He sat there dreaming away and in his dreams the tree would bend down its fronds and cradle momo in his arms and rock momo to sleep.

And then Momo would wake up and realize it was all just a dream, so he’d swat his paw at the frond-like tree and say smart-alecky things like, ‘You’re just a cup ‘o dirt away from total oblivion, Frondie. I could dig a hole so deep in you that you’d dry up into a pile of green dust by sundown. Just kidding, Frondie! Well, sort of. I do like to dig dirt and I’m sorry when I dig yours, but I can’t help myself. I promise that that lady who feeds and waters us will replenish your dirt if I dig. I know she will. She’s pretty obsessed with you. I don’t know why. I’m the prettier one when you think about it. Haha ah well, I wish she’d just let me outdoors for once.’

And with these magic words of genuine feeling, Frondie came alive and spoke to Momo and said, ‘Get your dirty paws off my territory. Ya, little turd. Go find someone else to torture all day. Haha nah, I’m just kidding. Just don’t leave your little shits in my pristine dirt…