Plant V.S Humans

Listen, kid. The world isn't what it seems to be. Never was. Not until those blasted plants started strangling people and taking over the world. How they got so strong, why they're doing this now isn't clear. But one thing's for sure. We became their slaves, hoping that

we’ll keep creating fertilizer for them. They can use their leaves and vines like arms and threaten to choke us, but those damn plants don’t have the manual dexterity or the brainpower for chemistry. That’s their weakness.

Thus began the great plant-human war. Across the country houseplants were taken outside and left in the yard. Botanical gardens in every major city shutdown overnight. Without trust, coexistence became impossible. The first battle of significance occurred at Sugar Lake.

Rampant reeds and cattails stretched across the land choking off food crops. The humans looted storefronts, hoarding canned goods as they faced impending starvation. But, at the edge of town, deep in the forest, there lived an old hedgewitch, ostracized from townsfolk. Her plants

were verdant and fruitful. It would be easy to miss her home, as it was more grown than built; layers of squash and tomato plants completely obscured whatever trellised structure they must be growing upon. The hedgewitch emerged, tipping her hat to acknowledge her visitors.

She approached her visitors slowly, a limp in her step. “Would you like a closer look?” She whispered “I just baked a fresh apple pie, and have no one to share it with”. The visitors paused, but the wonderful smell intrigued them. Their stomachs grumbled.

Yeah! Why not? They thought..then they sat down at the old lady’s table and ate the pie. After a while they felt sleepy so the old lady offer them to stay at her house in a big comfy bed. What they didn’t know was that she was preparing a large pot with hot sauce and veggies

The old lady struggled to lift them from the bed. "These fatties weigh a ton," she muttered. They were so heavy, the lady lay down on the floor and fell asleep. The others woke up, wondered why they weren't in the comfy bed, and saw the lady sleeping and the spicy, boiling soup.

One cat nudged another. “I think she called us fat,” he whispered. “We are fat,” another piped up, “but she needn’t be so rude about it.” He was a round orange tabby with long, fluffy fur, and he stretched languidly before sauntering over to the bubbling soup. “If we’re quick,

'… we might be able to finish this before she gets back.' 'Have you ever been quick in your life, Mortimer?' 'Not that I can recall Silas; but one should not be defeatist; it's against our nature as felines.'