Monday, December 12, 2005

v4n1: Fumbled Fertilizing

The last crimson leaf fell from the stick-of-a-plant, then Doris took the whistling pot off the stove and poured herself a cup of steaming oolong.

Poinsettia raising clearly was not her strong suit. Plant after plant had fallen; even her husband Henry's special liquid fertilizer hadn't helped.

The whistling kettle summoned Henry to their morning tea. He entered the kitchen, carrying a green plastic jug, which he presented to Doris. "Here's your fertilizer."

Doris opened the jug -- it contained a black, fishy-smelling liquid.

"Can't find the antifreeze," Henry mumbled.

Doris choked back her tea, then asked, "Was it the green stuff in the
black bottle?"


— Ender

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