One bottle left. His favourite, a Porter. Can he possibly share?
While mind debates, empty stomach takes to grumbling. He can visualize freshly harvested vegetables landing on his tongue. Baby carrots. Slender string beans. Steamed al dente and dotted with melting butter... the way mama had prepared.
Cheapest beer. That’s what he’ll buy for them. Being down to earth, they’ll accept. Lapping up his hospitality. Drowning in happiness. He’ll need to act quickly though if he’s to taste the vegetables of his labour.
Plan devised by a gardener to yield a crop of contentment.
For him and his backyard slugs.
While mind debates, empty stomach takes to grumbling. He can visualize freshly harvested vegetables landing on his tongue. Baby carrots. Slender string beans. Steamed al dente and dotted with melting butter... the way mama had prepared.
Cheapest beer. That’s what he’ll buy for them. Being down to earth, they’ll accept. Lapping up his hospitality. Drowning in happiness. He’ll need to act quickly though if he’s to taste the vegetables of his labour.
Plan devised by a gardener to yield a crop of contentment.
For him and his backyard slugs.
