*Last time on Dock Leaf, Doc the leaf got used by a young
boy who had stung his leg on a nettle. Let’s rejoin the action*
Doc was on the ground, discarded and crumpled. There were
numerous holes between his tendrils where the youth had grabbed him. His stem
hurt where he had been cut off from the rest of the bush. His friends looked
down on him in mourning. Doc was soon about to die.
As he looked up at the grey clouds anticipating his final
meal, Doc wondered what he had done to deserve this fate. Maybe it was three
months ago when he bragged about a butterfly landing on him, or that period of
a few weeks where he grew over Hazel so he could get more sunlight. As far as
leaves went, he was a bit of a bastard.
Doc felt something crawl up his blade shaped body. It was a
green caterpillar. Its little feet tickled Doc, but he could find no energy to
laugh. The caterpillar nibbled on Doc. In comparison to being used like a
sponge by the young boy, this pain was bearable. Relativity aside, Doc was
still being consumed alive.
His friends watch on in terror, swaying with the wind as the
clouds above broke. Drops of rain splashed on Doc’s forehead. The caterpillar
was scared of the water and slinked underneath Doc for protection. For a
moment, Doc felt refreshed and renewed despite his sides throbbing with
bruises. This was his resting place. For a Dock Leaf, his life was pretty
exciting.
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