No CPR could save him. He had flat lined at least a fortnight ago. For
fourteen days and nights he laid desiccated and gray nobody paying any
attention to the already gone life we had not done anything to save. It was
only today that I deemed to look down my haughty nose and look at Snow White’s
desk to notice that Prince Arthur was dead and needed to be disposed of. Needless
to say, there would be no lowering of the flag or mournful bugler song for the
prince. Who cares? He is just another one of our long line of casualties. I
guess we really are inept at looking after potted plants.
I don’t even know what kind of plant Arthur was. All I was told upon his
arrival, from a very prematurely excited Tiana (she really hoped he would be a
lasting presence), was that he is here to stay and we are all to take care of
him. Now I really know that you cannot expect royalties to remember that other
living thing’s existence depends on their actions. Rest in peace Arthur. At
least the trip to the dumpster is short.
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