A story of Survival
They spent another night crammed together in the garage. It was the fourth time this month that they'd been hauled from their pride of place and unceremoniously plunked onto the oil-stained cement floor. Jammed in between vehicles, a generator (not running!), and tools of every description, they spent yet another cold night. They were safer though than the ones left outside. Those poor beings had only burlap rags weighed down with bricks to protect them from Jack the Nipper.
The day star rose to full brightness and the garage door opened, flooding the huddled mass with blinding light. One of the vehicles, the great silent one, rolled out of the garage allowing a cold draft to swirl in and around each one of them. Perhaps a shudder rattled through their slender limbs, surely they shivered. But then one by one they were lifted out of dankness into the warmth and light. They heard tender words spoken in hushed tones, mumbled apologies for the hardship and encouragement to keep on growing.
What joy! What bliss!
There also came a solemn warning - Jack Frost, aka The Nipper, would be on the prowl again tonight. For their own safety, they would have to spend yet another night on the cement floor in the dirty garage.
©2023 April Hoeller
It has been a cool Most nights the horses are wearing at cotton sheets. I hope your plants will survive!
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