The Breakfast Rush

The jokes were the worst part.

"Whatcha got today, Ophie?" said the first customer. Ophie's branches shuddered and flexed, and a few leaves drifted down through the humid air. Luckily humans were terrible at reading body language.

"It's apples," said Ophie. "It's always apples. I'm an apple tree."

The man chuckled. "I'll take three," he said. At least he didn't do the bit about learning to make pies.

Ophie flexed her roots a fraction of a millimeter deeper. Sometimes she thought she'd rather be a lawn.

She paused as she heard the distant screams.

Well, at least until mowing day, she reflected.