Though it pains me to say it, I think someone's been helping themselves to the rhubarb on my plot. A small thing, perhaps, but obviously affecting me as I have had strange, allotment-based dreams two nights in a row. The pilferer is considerate; kindly twisting off the emerging flower heads so the plants can concentrate their energies on growing edible stalks. Those vanishing blooms are a giveaway though, the tell...
I cock my head in thought, mentally compiling a list of suspects; first to appear from my pen to paper this morning was Ondine, (above).
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