Bottoms up in the garden


To rejuvenate my soul after screening 16 stories, I went to the garden for to plant summer squash. In order to reach the earth I did get down upon my hands and knees and, being fat, soon saw that, if seeds were to be thrust into the soil that new life might spring up therefrom, then the world must needs behold my ass crack. 
And children did behold, and they wept and ran to their mothers; cats screeched and fled high into the trees; little dogs in despair did leap across fences and hang from their leashes so that they strangled and died and their yappings forever silenced; but at last the sowing was accomplished, and the weeping did cease, and many hearts were made glad by the hope of abundant harvest.