The house had warmed up since the morning cold snap, and everyone had forgiven Bob for his blunders. Now, Bob could enjoy the fine day and stroll through the courtyard, the area by the coffee table.
His best friend, Larry the Cucumber, seemed to be having the most fun, just looking at the brick buildings, the grains in the giant table, the patterns in the purple couch, the shine on the veggie-themed fire hydrants.
"I mean, I've always seen stuff, Bob, but I've never seen stuff!" he cried, holding out his new square glasses to use like a magnifying glass as he inspected a green butterfly resting on the gazebo. "Twenty-twenty vision rocks! Look, I can even see my fingerprints on my hands!"
"I'm not going to try to figure out how that's possible," Bob chuckled good-naturedly.
"Ooh, and look! This is that one spot I kept tripping over! I didn't realize there was a rock here!"
"It's honestly amazing how you were able to fight crime all these years," Bob said under his breath.
Larry trotted ahead on the sidewalk. A red door of a yellow building opened ahead of them, and the pretty proprietor stepped out, tugging a small red wagon full of potted flowers.
Larry stopped in his tracks, nearly falling over. Bob rushed forward to see if he was alright, and he found Larry gaping, his mouth hanging open so wide Bob could have probably seen his lunch if he had been tall enough.
"You okay there, Larry?" Bob asked in alarm.
Not tearing his bulged eyes from whatever held him mesmerized, he leaned sideways toward Bob.
"Bob," he whispered, "who's the lady with the red hair?"
Bob glanced ahead. A lovely rhubarb in purple dress with a white-floral pattern was handing a potted daisy to a male carrot. She smiled pleasantly, her blue eyes warm with kindness.
Bob raised an eyebrow. "Who? Petunia?"
Larry did a double take.
"That's Petunia?!" he squeaked.
Bob stared at him, realization dawning. "Is this seriously the first time you've seen what she looks like?"
"She— She was always sorta this, you know, nice, friendly, green blur with red on top," Larry stammered, "but now she's— she's— she's coming this way!"
Larry ducked behind Bob, almost knocking him over. Bob barely had time to steady himself before Petunia and her cart reached them.
"Hey, Bob, Larry," she greeted in a sweet, high voice. She gazed at the cucumber curiously. "Nice glasses. Are you pretending to be a scientist again?"
Larry gulped but did not reply.
"Actually, they're prescription glasses," Bob clarified.
"Oh, I didn't know you needed them, Larry," she remarked, studying her trembling friend. "Well, I'd stay and chat, but I need to get these flowers delivered. Let's meet at Pa's for lunch, if you can."
"We should be free," Bob smiled.
Larry remained silent. If Petunia noticed, she was too polite to point it out. She tugged the handle of her wagon, setting off.
"See ya then!" she sang.
Bob smiled after her before he glanced up at Larry. The cucumber's enlarged eyes followed Petunia, studying her as though he had stumbled upon a work of art for the first time.
"Whatcha thinking there, buddy?" Bob smirked.
Larry adjusted his glasses, gulping.
"Bob," he mumbled, his mouth spasming, "has she always been that cute?"
THE END
A/N: I remember when I got glasses as a kid and being fascinated that I could see the grooves for my fingerprints.
