So, I have this
African Violet that I got not to long ago.. He seemed to have taken a turn for the worst about 2 weeks ago while I was gone... because someone didn't water him.. but anyway that is neither here nor there. He is doing much better now and has even started getting more leaves *although it just started sprouting this morning*. So anyway, I was wondering what frank did all day. And of course that got my mind going.. So, here is the story of frank, the African Violet who sits in my bedroom on the window sill. LOL I know I have lost it :P
Frank woke up with the sun every morning and watched as the streets started bustling with the energy and feel that is NYC. He felt like he was the luckiest violet around. He had a great view to watch the people move around and the streets come alive. He was never in the direct sun and always had plenty of light (weather permitting of course).
Akasha, the girl that took care of him, kept him watered and fed and happy in his special soil. He liked it most when she would wake up early to open the blinds and the window before things really started to get going on the streets below. She would always do it with a smile, a yawn, and a pleasant "Good morning Frank" then start tending to his leaves.
Now there was a little problem with his leaves, but nothing that Frank or Akasha did mind you. Nope, it was because of Peter. Peter was a good guy and had tried to do the right thing. You see, when Akasha had changed him from the little pot he came in, to a bigger and better terracotta pot she had gotten some dirt on his leaves. Peter tried to get the dirt off using wet tissue.. With a counter or something, that would have been alright, but with Frank's leaves that wasn't. So he has tissue stuck to his leaves and every morning Akasha takes a few minutes to pick off a little more each day.
Today is about like every other day. Peter and Akasha would get ready for there day and Frank would listen to them and watch the people on the street. After they left, Frank sat and watched the people on the street bustling by. The shop keepers cleaning off the sidewalks and opening up for the day.
"It must be Wednesdays" Frank thought to himself. He could see the garbage gathered along the curb across the street.
"Morning Frank, hows it going?" a voice from behind him asked.
"Morning Frank, so anything good happen out there yet?" asked another
Frank knew without even looking who the voices belonged to. It was Claudia and Vincent the 2 cats that lived in the house too. Claudia, the black and white cat, was always very quiet and layed back. She was older and wiser being a hole 1 year old now. Vincent was just about the total opposite of Claudia. He was a gray and black cat who was going on 8 months. Still older then Frank, but a lot more playful then Claudia and Frank combined.
"Morning Claudia, Morning Vincent, Nothing yet, but the day is still young"
"Great, I hate missing the morning rush" said Vincent as he plopped down next to Frank. "I just always feel like I have missed something huge".
"Yes your brain" said Claudia. She jumped up on the window sill, stretched her front paws out in front of Frank, and layed down looking out the window.
"well that wasn't nice" said Vincent
"I'm sorry" Claudia said then turned to Frank and under her breath whispered "but it's true"
Frank just laughed.
