Advice from a Cactus

I was lost in the desert. I was thirsty. I just finished my last sip of water. I tried to drink the water from a cactus. “Don’t drink my flesh,” it said. “What? Am I hallucinating?” I asked. “No, I can talk. Your tired from your walk. You need to rest, my friend. Help, people will send. Sit under my shade and you’ll be made,” Cactus said. “I hope you’re right, I’m almost dead,” I said. I was about to pass out when I saw a rescue vehicle approaching. I jumped in front of it and it ran me over.