The Troubadour Guild has an inner yard with plenty of plants, some trees and other green stuff. I used to mostly hurry through it on my busy way. But after the flood the place is a mess! The plants are all either dead or very sad-a-looking and the mud is everywhere. Even I understand that it’ll take a lot of work to get it in order again.
I don’t know crap about gardening, but that old bard-gone-caretaker I can never remember the name of got hold of me. Literally hold of me – he lifted me right up and didn’t put me down until I was in front of some sort of greenery with a rake in my hand. I tried my best to convince him that I really suck at this stuff. But he wouldn’t have it. No arguing with that fellow once he puts his (pretty bad) breath on you!
So it was just to roll up one’s sleeves and get to work. As it turns out, I do suck pretty badly at gardening. But the young apprentices (many of which grew up in the countryside and know what they are doing) seem to enjoy having me around. So my presence makes them work better. That shrewd old caretaker.
The pond is still a brownish trench of mush. The fish are happy now though I suppose – bet they just swam straight out of the pond when the flood came. Sometimes I think about our pond fish, and how they celebrate their freedom far out at sea somewhere. I bet they are nibbling something exotic, getting drunk and are hooking up with good-looking she-fish with colourful scales.
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