What was he doing at the garden center?
It had been a long day, perhaps something deep in his subconscious told him to do this to relax. Plants were calming, weren’t they?
Five minutes later he was leaving with a live plant. There was something irresistible about those flowers.
It was funny what the checkout clerk said. These plants had been selling like hotcakes since they arrived and yet the stock hadn’t been depleted.
Perhaps he’d do better with these than most plants he’d tried.
In the huge silver spaceship, the beings were happy. Their invasion was going as planned.
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