The Sleeping Ivy 

It was back to normal at Cherry Gardens. For now, the twins’ party had been an enormous success. 
   “It was the best Boogie Party in a long while,” Said Uncle Avery. 
I agreed, as did everyone else, saying it was the best party. That is so far. It was only going to be a matter of time before my party. Which I know will be even better than the twins. I would have to make sure of it.

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“Ah, it was such a lovely evening, all dancing and all singing,” Said Aunt May as she wrapped herself up in her vines and yawns. “Even your Uncle Bob had a wonderful time with the blob orchestra.     
"I guess the party took a lot out of me,"

 

"It took a lot out of us,” my mother smiled at the breakfast table. 
“I think I will take a nap," Said Aunt May, her vines pulled her away back to her own greenhouse. Mother, father, uncle Avery and I were all left in the dining room with all the leftovers from the party. Even when so many of the guests took home some, we were still left eating cherry-filled sandwiches, pancakes, cakes and everything else.