"Hi, my name's Tom. I grew up in a gardening centre in Lower Hutt. My family are the Peace Lilys. We don't use the plural form of 'lilies' because our surname is Peace Lily and doesn't need to be changed when one is talking about family members. We are descended from the Lilium Genus of plants.
I was very pleased when I realised that I was destined to be an indoor plant. Hey, there's nothing wrong with a safe environment and regular watering. I thought that I wouldn't mind being in a bedroom, but I'd prefer a living room or a dining room.
People often wonder whether plants have senses. Well, of course we do! We react to the sun, rain and cold, things in the air, smells, even sounds. Other siblings have communicated that it can be a lot of fun in a living room or a dining room. I was full of anticipation.
Then it happened. What crap! A nice lady purchased me and I enjoyed a journey in a car, before being carried inside and put on a shelf that had obviously been kept clear especially for me. I felt special!
Then it happened. I was aware of a person in the room. Just one person - no talking, but there were weird sounds. There was a sound like something rolling. Then I thought I heard a waterfall and the air suddenly became very misty. Yucky stuff with quite a pleasant smell, I must admit, was showering me and landing all over my leaves. I felt sticky and sick. I couldn't breathe. The next thing I was all alone again. This 'one person entering the room' thing went on for quite a few days before I realised exactly what was going on and where I actually was.
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I’d be careful of using the verb ‘move’ when referring to what goes on in the toilet. Poor old Tom has enough to worry about.
Robert the apathetic sanctimonious sinner and toilet cleaning peace lily but with two 'l's?
That's getting to be a very long title.
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