"Do you think plants have feelings ?" Four-year-old Sara Jane blurted , eyes glued to the miniature pot plant . Granny Megs paused , looked up from the paper she was reading . She was lost for words !
"What do YOU think ?" she answered . It was best this way , since the child would arrive at her own conclusion , one way or the other.
"Well , I was just thinking … plants are living creatures , aren't they gran ?" Her little head rested on her arms , eyes still glued to the plant .
"Yes , they are . Plants are a living and growing part of nature which is God's creation ." Hopefully , that answer should put an end to that !
"How do they stay alive ? Do they breathe ?" Her little brow puckered in concentration .
"They breathe but not in the same manner as we breathe ," Granny Megs put down the paper and proceeded to leave the room .
"But where are their lungs ?" Her little index finger moved up and down against the leaflet . There was no reply . Granny had already left . She looked around and sighed . Then she rolled her eyes upward .
"Why the sigh ?" A tiny voice responded . She looked around . The room was empty .
"Over here … in front of you …"
"Where , I can't see you …" Her little head darted from left to right.
"The plant , silly !" The volume had risen a notch ."And give the old lady a break , would you ?"
The magical voice seemed to come from the plant in front of her .
Her eyes opened wider , a priceless expression on her face . "You CAN talk ! I knew it ! I just knew it !"
"Of course I can . I'm alive , remember ?"
She giggled .
"And I DO have feelings . You are one smart young lady ."
"So how do you breathe ? Do you have a family ? And a home ? Where do you come from ? Do you have a best friend ?" The string of questions tumbled out , one after the other .
"Of course I do . Would you like to meet my best friend ?"
She nodded vigorously .
"Why don't you come with me . I will show you everything !"
"Just close your eyes and concentrate on my voice ….."
Sara Jane closed her eyes . The tiny lilting voice was hypnotic and mesmerising …… she felt herself drift ………….
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