My Adoption Story
Ever since I can remember, I wanted a home. No, not just any home. Not a simple home, not a boring home. Instead, however, a home in which I would thrive. Which, in fact, I got because I was on a Patina clearance shelf.
Yes, a Patina clearance shelf. I know, I know--you must be thinking; "how does an amazing Beet like him get put on a clearance shelf?" And honestly, I don't really know. But out of pure luck, I was spotted by two teenage girls. One of them had freckles and short brown hair; the other had large glasses and long blonde hair. They looked like the perfect parents. With their faces plugged to the shelf in search of a succulent, the brown hair girl screeched; "IT'S THIS ONE! THIS ONE JUST...SPEAKS TO ME!"
Yes, I have never been happier. They bought me a pot as a house and then brought me to a baseball field. Soon enough, I was in my cute little glass pot and on the way to my house.
Yes, this is my adoption story. It is quite unlike many others, the moral being that you can go from clearance shelf to home. So stay humbled, and bee(t) you.
Yes, a Patina clearance shelf. I know, I know--you must be thinking; "how does an amazing Beet like him get put on a clearance shelf?" And honestly, I don't really know. But out of pure luck, I was spotted by two teenage girls. One of them had freckles and short brown hair; the other had large glasses and long blonde hair. They looked like the perfect parents. With their faces plugged to the shelf in search of a succulent, the brown hair girl screeched; "IT'S THIS ONE! THIS ONE JUST...SPEAKS TO ME!"
Yes, I have never been happier. They bought me a pot as a house and then brought me to a baseball field. Soon enough, I was in my cute little glass pot and on the way to my house.
Yes, this is my adoption story. It is quite unlike many others, the moral being that you can go from clearance shelf to home. So stay humbled, and bee(t) you.