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Charles was happy at last.
It had been a hard life as a sentient cactus. The desert was too hot, and there was nobody to talk to. The scenery was always the same brown sands, with the occasional visit from a tumbleweed. The humans, however, had it lucky. With their legs, they could walk all over the world, and see many wonderful sights. Charles was jealous of the humans.
But then, it happened.
The rain came, flooding the cities where the humans lived. They all drowned. Charles laughed (or at least, he would've, if he had a mouth).
The End

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