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“Mr. Quimby’s Solution”
Mr. Quimby didn’t fit in with the community on Junebug Hill St. He didn’t come out to celebrate block parties in the cul-de-sac. He didn’t bring any plants outside from his upstairs, indoor hothouse. He only left his house to deliver his horticulture projects to his individual clients.
When the neighborhood association approached him, he told them that not only would he NEVER join, he was going to sue them if his neighbors couldn’t stop their dogs from breaking down their inferior fences and getting onto his lawn. He said they dug up his lawn a lot and caused problems with runoff. He hated all the barking at night anyway.
The neighborhood association rebuffed him, saying that all the good lawyers in town were on their side. Further, that his lawn was just grass, so why all the fuss? It was their own fences being broken and their own lawns receiving the runoff. Why would he worry about it anyway?
He said he’d been wanting to put a plant or two outside, but didn’t want to because dogs would likely tear them up. Besides, they might be mildly poisonous, and he didn’t want to be responsible.
The neighborhood association said to put some out. That it would be their own fault. Hadn’t he warned them? They gave it to him in writing.
He put out a plant on his back patio. He said it was a new species named the ‘rainbow eye shrub.’ . . . there are a few dogs missing . . . but all’s well, right?
*The foot became the shrub trunk, the ears became flower petals, and the binocs became part of the basket. Strange thing about this was, all later versions refuse to load. Corrupted or something, I don’t know?
Her singing was always awful, and her playing was even worse. But complaining is less boring than travel, so people went and listened anyway . . .
*The eyebrow made 12 leg segments, the bomb made seats and a wireless microphone, and the wolf mask (squished a little,) was used about thirty times in the accordion thing.
This time i’m getting mine in early even if it’s a sub par entry.
Earconbert awoke to the smell of burning wood and the crackle a fire.
His hall was on fire!
Stood over him was his wife, in one hand a blooded blade, the other a silver heathen hammer, her lips moved as she muttered a prayer.
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