My broom told me it didn’t want to sweep my floor anymore.

I said that wouldn’t be a problem. I asked my broom what it would like to do instead.

My broom said it would like to be a tree.

So I planted my broom in my backyard, stick first.

The next day I spilled a box of cereal on the floor. I went to my backyard and asked my broom if it would come back inside with me to help with the spill.

My broom asked me to honor its decision.

I went back inside, got out a spoon, and began eating cereal off the floor.

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