“Are you laughing at me?“ said Benton, his sprayer raised threateningly.
The two orchids before him stood nearly 8-feet tall and boasted blooms the size of a refrigerator. They weren’t only sentient, but they were mobile, pacing back and forth on flexible roots within the electric fence enclosure. Valumax snickered again. “Aye we was, Guv,” he said between guffaws. “We was laughin’ at ye, we was!”
Benton’s pale visage quickly turned red with fury. As Master Gardener for Sir Harold, he’d collected rare flowers from across Human Space, many of them sentient and many more, predatory. Thus, the fence protected him from the two Lion Orchids from the planet Demeter. Benton maintained a safe distance even so. The Lions grew grasping thorns from their thick leaves that could snare prey. Too close, and they might snatch him up in a bloody embrace.
Benton could not abide misbehaving plants in HIS garden. He ruled with an iron fist, especially over the sentient flowers that talked back. “Listen here, you!” he growled. “I planted you lot from seedlings. I gave you life. You should worship me like a god!”
“Ye don’t look like no god,” chuckled Pyrisinth. “Ye look like lunch!”
Benton sprayed herbicide between the chitinous jaws of Pyrisinth, jaws capable of removing a man’s arm in a single bite.
“Aaaah! Ptooie! Oooh, that burns!” moaned Pyrisinth.
“Let THAT be a lesson,” said Benton. “You should remember who is Lord and Master of this garden!”
Valumax stuck a root in a nearby pool for a drink. “Ye makes some awful assumptions for a Lord, methinks.”
“Like, we don’t always propagate by seeds,” chuckled Pyrisinth. “Sometimes it’s spores, just floatin’ on the wind.”
“Yeah,” guffawed Valumax. “Driftin’ right past this twice-damned electric fence, they does.”
Benton felt a chill shudder down his spine. “But…the brochure never mentioned that. That would mean…”
He felt a thick leaf…with grasping thorns, tap his shoulder.
A menacing voice behind him, and quite outside the electric fence, said, ” ‘ello, Guv.”
This week at MFtS, the beginning sentence must be, “Are you laughing at me?“ This is how I finished it. Barb, I guess this will be my long one for the month as we agreed. I just couldn’t resist! Look here for more answers to the writing challenge: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/04/27/mondays-finish-the-story-april-27th-2015/