the Spies came out from every corner

very much like imaginary friends , they sit near windows, crouch near doors and silently breath the same air that both you and I do. Yet, they are different. In stature, they're not much over 2 centimetres, in colour they are a bit on the fresh side, green and sprouty. However, nearly at the same time that my Papa and the neigbours had a dispute over them building a fence or barrier on our property, I encountered the leafy heads of these little ones pushing their way up, up into my family's house and peering with unseen eyes into every small crevace.

As they grew, they pushed they seemy will upon everyone in the house... but I still resist, as long as I can hold out.

My sister insisted that they must be watered and every once in a while sniffed. And, as she did so, her eyes became the more buggied. My mum and dad have done the same and I see them walk out the door more and more drone-like every morning, reminding me to water and sniff the spies... sprouts.

Neighbours are the sort of being meant to uphold you and protect you from strangers, much like guard dogs, but certainly more resonable in loaning butter and sugar. Yet, our fence had 3 days of sunblock and our lane, unbuttered was croded with a mesh of wood. But worst of all, the Spies came out from the pottery and I, with all my smarts cannot convince my parents and sister to kill them

I am a Slave.