A Statesmanlike Act
The begonia in the flowerpot wasn't long for this world; in spite of all efforts on its behalf it was rotting underneath and withered on top, so much so that it was terrible to see. The gardener even threw it into the darkest corner of the cellar in a fit of pique. Then he forgot about it altogether, having more important things on his mind than a ruined begonia.
When he was looking for an empty flowerpot in the cellat fourteen days later, he found the begonia resurrected, once so tall but now thirsty as hell, and terribly desperate to live.
"How our gardeners understands his affairs," the other flowers whispered. "What worldly wisdom!"
You're staring, right? Look how much I've grown since spring! Look at the foliage I've got! How redolently I bloom!
Čapek, Aesop 4,5/9
"Thirsty as hell" may be a bit strong, but it was the best I could think of. Eh. It's feisty.