Saturday, December 11, 2004

The Garden...

Once upon a time there was a gardener who could create his own plants. So that is what he did in his house. Then he planted the plants in a big garden he had made in his backyard. His backyard was a vast wilderness that was still wooded. He had started gardening in one little corner of it. He made all sorts of new lil' plants and planted them there. His wife watered them and so on. Then one day his wife, his son and he were sitting on the back porch looking at the little corner and his son said, "Why don't we make some little plants that can garden, like we do. Then we could make the garden team with life faster. Plus, we could even have them talk and make more plants that could garden, like we do." His father replied, "That is an excellent idea. It will take a lot of work to create a plant like that though. We would have to put a lot of our own energy and spirit into it." His son said, "Yes, but it would be worth it. I would love some lil' plants like that." So they toiled away, to make some plants that could garden as they did. They got one done, after putting a lot of energy into it.

So they had this lil' plant that was walking around the corner of the garden, gardening. The family of gardeners watched the lil' plant from the porch, gardening away. The son went down and talked to his lil' plant sometimes and the plant talked back to him saying, "Me like this. Me call this other plant, this name." The son thought, "That really is cool. I like this lil' plant. He's really little and can't talk so good. But he is part vegetable, after all." The son went with the lil' plant that wandered around saying, "Me call this, that!" and sometimes he would help the lil' plant along or help him with some gardening. He knew that the lil' gardening plant needed another lil' gardening plant for the Romantic plan of he and his dad gardening the wilderness with a bunch of lil' gardening plants. He was waiting for the plant to realize it. Well, it took the lil' plant a while because he was not so quick compared to those who created him. He could not quite speak their language either.

But one day he looked up at the son as he came down from the backporch, where his parents were looking down enjoying their garden too, and said to him, "Me lonely!"

(Continued)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

and then one day the gardener stopped paying attention to the plants, so they lost faith in him and he made them suffer for eternity. the end.

mynym said...

I'll get to it, I'll get to it. Sheesh...

Maybe I'll have to mention some whiney weeds that get cut down and burned in a pile, in the ending.