While visiting Berkeley last week, I discovered a horrible truth that had been hidden from my view by my father. While caring for the beloved Purple Clover (not son-of-purple-clover who lives in the UK), it appears that my good father (commonly known as GF) failed at his duties of ensuring the continued happiness and conditions to which Purple Clover had become accustomed. These conditions to which Purple Clover had become accustomed included a substance named water.

Sadly, it appears that GF caused the demise of the original Purple Clover... and then he covered up his eeevil crime. Realizing that I would be visiting soon and immediately ask about the welfare of Purple Clover, GF obtained an appendage of one of the cloned children of Purple Clover (this child now lives in a large area under a deck in the Bay Area, very Harry Potter) and then he secretly planted it in the original hand-painted-art-pot designed for Purple Clover. Propped on the Purple Clover porcelain throne, I was oblivious to the hideous deception of the Zombie Purple Clover (though quite impressed with his robust health). Although I am still working through the grief of loosing such a good friend at the hands of my father (time for more therapy), no one else in the family appears concerned by the fact that my father continues to babysit my niece Zoe...