Greenhouse

"Can I have my hand back please?", she giggled with her raspy old voice. "Five heads are a bit much for such a small pot don't you think? Let's get you settled in a new pot, but I do need two hands for that." With excited screeches the plant let go, and let their witch pick them up. Of course a little nip here and there out of protest was expected, but the transfer was successful. "And when the sun shines you'll be able to enjoy it a little more... although that is going to take a while I'm afraid," she sighed as the rain hammered down on the green house. Outside the wind howled, and dark clouds started to form in her mind again. Winter was always more difficult, the outside effecting the inside. A demanding screech pulled her from her own brewing storm. "Oh sorry! Are you thirsty?" screeches, whispers and whistles filled the greenhouse in reply. "Well I'll hop right to it then!" And of she went into her own little paradise, keeping the dark clouds where they belong; outside.