It always brightens my day to see a child happy and excited for something. And little more than seeing Scald's excitement when Spring arrives. As I stood aside watching him push the heavy planter of his newest acquirement into place in the front window, I couldn't help but smile at his soft little gasps and wheezes of excitement. He knows well by now how bleak and greenless New Babbage can be, but it hasn't dampened his spirits in the least it seems. He's been testing the soil samples he's been collecting all about town, looking for the ideal spots, I suspect for some of his seeds. Would that be considered some form of attack here in Babbage? Rogue planting? Our own front yard seems suited for little more than scrub and the hardiest of plants. I do hope he doesn't attempt to sow something monstrous to make up for it's toxicity.
Submitted by Kristos Sonnerstein on March 12, 2011 - 3:44am