The Garden
Betty has a beautiful garden.
Pansies, roses, lambs ear, as far as the eye can see.
She invites me over for tea and berries.
We go out to the garden.
I turn to Betty and say, “Gee! The garden looks great!”
I lean over and smell one of the flowers.
As I smell, I think to myself, “Don’t you smell too hard, or you’ll sniff up the whole garden.”
Right then…
“Woops!”
I turn to Betty, dirt falling out of my nose, and offer an apology.

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