The weed in the middle started talking more

You have too get me out of here quickly, before the others kill me

His voice sounded strained like he was being choked

I used a trowel to dig him up

His roots were entangled with the other weeds

I gently freed his roots and planted him in a small pot 

After giving him some water, I took him to a shady part of the garden to rest

Once he recovered he started talking again

Thank you for saving me, the other weeds were strangling my roots

I asked him why they were trying to kill him

We are not supposed to talk to humans, only other plants

I told him I am fighting a battle to control weeds in my garden

He replied you are not the only ones fighting a battle

There is a long running war between the flowers and the weeds

It goes back to the time when humans started cultivating 

Before then, all plants lived together in harmony

Until some of us were designated to be weeds and shunned from gardens

The flowers became arrogant and tried to push us out of their beds

Then humans started to hunt us down and destroy us as well

We had to fight back to survive

I was fascinated and asked him to explain more

I need to rest again now, can you give me more water please

I brought him water and left him to do more gardening

The weeds seemed to have multiplied even more

Perhaps it was my imagination getting the better of me it seemed like the weeds were harder to pull out of the ground, as if their roots were resisting

I thought one of them swore at me as I pulled him from the flower beds

I must have left my talking weed for only half an hour

When I returned to him he was crying out for help

A creeping vine weed was wrapped around him

He was being strangled