Gemotions

"This is just too good," Arthur muttered to himself. He met the eyes of Ms. Albright, known for her elaborate hat collection but little else, and her request to grow sunflowers. He almost burst out laughing.

Her excitement was palpable, and the idea of her attempting to cultivate anything was utterly hysterical. He imagined the neighborhood cats using the sunflowers as a playground.

Arthur’s chest shook with suppressed merriment. "I'll say," he replied, barely able to control himself. "We'll need to figure out the sun exposure."