I'm positive I'm going crazy. I hear voices in my head, I've started talking to my Bird of Paradise potted plant; even a visit from my mother-in-law thrills me.
My wife says it's just stress. But that's not what Mr Wombly told me. Mr Wombly's the little green peapod who lives under my medicine cabinet.
Mr Womble says I'm in reality a space pecan sent to eliminate all apples on Earth. I tried hanging around on my tree, but it just doesn't feel right!
Please help me!
Intergalactic Nut
I wouldn't worry too much about it yet. I mean, the apples haven't exactly won the fruit battles on earth. As far as I can remember, the oranges were scoring.... so don't worry about THAT!
So what? Lots of people talk to their plants. And a visit from your mother-in-law of course warrants some excitement. I mean, she IS the woman who gave birth to your wife.
Hmm. This Womble dude sounds interesting. Tell him to give me a call, and I'll fix him up with one of my nieces. I'm sure he'll vacate your medicine cabinet soon enough.
You silly Nut, don't worry so much.
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