Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2017 10:52:00 GMT -7
As crazy has everything had been over the last few months, Phil found that he had not changed that much. At least not compared to the way everyone else seemed to be changing. He still combed his hair the same way, sans comb. He wrote his name the same, he even relieved stress the same way, by planting. Hence his current predicament of being up to his elbows in manure digging for the exploding seed he had dropped in the fertilizer bin. It took him a few minutes of searching, but his fingers finally brushed across something that, he desperately hoped, was the seed. Pulling his arms out and looking at the walnut sized seed in his hand he beamed at his success. Unfortunately, that success also now had ruined his outfit for the day. There was no way he could go back up to the castle smelling like this.
Carefully he placed the seed in a dark container, to keep sunlight off of it, and set it on the shelf. Then he proceeded to scrape the dragon dung off of his arms and make his way to the sink in the corner. True, this excursion to the greenhouse didn't go as he had anticipated, but that didn't really matter to him. There was something about getting his hands dirty, helping something else survive, that seemed to loosen the tension in his shoulders and give him a new perspective on his problems.