The green and the blue were now of one mind. Even agreeing with one another was worth it, if they could just stop this creature whining about his wretched problems.

“So suppose this shrub,” began the green.

‘Bush”, corrected the blue. The green snorted; what was the point of making an issue of that when they both wanted to get rid of Frank before he spoiled the argument they wanted to have?

“Bush,” agreed the green, just to get it over with. “Suppose this bush were to taste like you - and you knew how to get more bushes that tasted the same, how to take care of them, how to market them, and had the sole supply of them. Then would you be able to stop squealing and leave us in peace?”

Frank’s eyes widened in wonder. “Indeed!” he replied.