Once he stood proud, tall and strong. Facing gales and snow storms with warmth inside him. Now he just did the occasional cough and felt like he was cracking-up.
Oliver exhaled his last smoke and promptly fell off the roof.
The homeowner – who he narrowly missed – recovered from her shock, and realized he would make a wonderful planter. Tenderly she filled him with soil and planted begonias.
Cynthia, new to the job. Looked down at Oliver with envy. How beautiful he looked with his flowery crown. She longed for retirement, when she too could be at one with nature. She had never wanted to be a chimney. She had wanted to be a jardinière.