That Mister Sprout! What a queer sort of gentleman he is. Those gangling limbs of his, that garish taste in fashion, and his head! And yet, the way he stares... I assume he's staring, as he hasn't any eyes save that glowing orb atop his head. Yet when I stare at that orb (and how can I not? I see the depths of truth when I look in it!), I know he stares back into my soul. And those fingers! The things he must be able to do with fingers like those...

And he is so forward! So refreshingly forward. Good gracious, I've known him but a day and he already asks me out for a picnic, just the two of us. When I opened the basket, and there was food enough only for me and pointed out as much, can you imagine what he said? 'Why would I want rolls and cold cuts when -you- are so ravishing!'

For John V! I'm almost certainly completely plagiarized this idea from spiderbone/kutakuinkinnoin/spoon/etc., as an Audrey II head in a dapper suit is just the sort of thing they would draw, I think!

30 Days of Monster-Boys 7: Plant-Boy