AN: I would like to thank pickles, Oreo's, pottery and Reg. without them this fic would not have been possible
Re-Incarnation
He looked out of the window, marveling
in the mastery and dexterity that were
needed to mold the pottery. He wondered
at existence. Why of all things to be
incarnated as…. Why did he have to be a
… houseplant?
