They Were Only Temps

Last night the human had a porch plant - a large pot packed with snapdragons - resting temporarily on the dining room table. This morning there was a pot, half emptied of dirt. There was dirt on the table cloth, dirt on the floor, and snapdragons in the kitchen and living room. And then there was AreToo, with dirt on his paws and a sprig of snapdragon speared on one claw, saying, Who, me? IAGTTC!