The first thing he noticed was the slight pain that he received from the fall. Nothing much, it wasn’t a lasting injury, perhaps a bruise or something. The second this he noticed was that a flower was talking to him.
He wasn’t dreaming, right?
“.....erm, howdy pardner.”
“...........hold on, I’m just tryin’ ta take this all in first, b’fore I respond to yer question. ‘Cause it ain’t everyday ya meet a plant that starts a conversation with ya.”
He blinked twice, his astonished expression meeting the seemingly friendly flower’s. If this was a dream, it was a very convincing one.
.....Ah well, he’d play along. Dream or not, things got a lot more interesting.
“...awright, I’m used ta it. I jumped down here ‘cause o’ missin’ livestock. Ya happen ta see a stray pig or anythin’ ‘round these parts, flower fella?”