Every evening, Marty looked after his plant of hope in his new home.
Staring through greasy windows, a stranger catched his eye. Could this be his first sight of a warmhearted person like him?
Nervous to share, Marty carefully made a snip off his dreamy plant, he quietly waddled down the dark corridor. His hands were shaking in joy.
As he placed the small pot on her front door he mumbled to himself, "I hope you love this present as much as I do."