The Vine Race
The vines were in a twirl.
Whirlwind practicing had been happening all week.
Covertly of course, for we were not supposed to be competing.
The wall is almost finished! One of the old ones loudly announced.
He might as well have shot a starting gun.
The competition was on!
I decided to get some sleep and begin at dawn.
By sunrise most of my traitorous cousins and sisters had already gotten to the top.
It’s not a RACE! I screamed from the roots of my roots.
I was so angry, I almost decided to wait for the next wall to be built.
Most of them are liars, I mumbled as I inched my way up.
They all told me they were not going to enter this competition.
All vines lie, a strange vine said to my right.
I decided to hate him.
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