No one went there. It was darker, and creepy. It was easier to just go around.
Everyone knew that the best poisons came from its fringe. Nightshade and death-cap mushrooms grew in the twilight near the edge, and Hemlock grew just outside the edge. No one remembered a time when it wasn’t there, looming, and yet ignored.
But those few who dared enter found in its depths a grotto, with a clear view of the sky, and just enough sunlight.
spiked all over
hardly any safe approach
unless it’s pumpkin
Facing down the wild porcupine on the patio naturally fell to me, and swiftly became an ad-hoc training exercise. Something unpleasant to do? Let Sydney do it — its probably good for him anyway.
This would have been a lot harder to do if I hadn’t remembered seeing once that they are suckers for ripe squash.
After that, it was nearly docile enough to pick up. But even I’m not quite that stupid. I led it away down a garden path, then to the edge, and beyond with scraps of squash.
calm and collected
washing all the window glass
without any ropes
I guess Gwen had always wanted to wash the upper windows, but never got around to it. Having a student provided the opportunity.
And yet, there was precious little in the way of safety equipment available. I was expected to be graceful, coordinated, balanced, and not miss a pane. Or perhaps, use this as incentive to learn how to access my powers.
rampage and conquer
even strings can’t stop me now
the world will be mine
We agreed not to discuss my one attempt at self-animated puppetry.