The yardman murders the dirt with a leap of his pickax. The dirt screams but there are no witnesses. All the worms dive deep into chocolate cake and radio their troops to stand watch for the ax man. The daffodil bulbs nestle like babies incubated in the maternity ward, until hands scoop them up and take them to Friday. Carefully stacked in a round, green bucket, he carries them off to Sunday School where they learn to sing camp songs and drink beer. Oddly enough, the yardman marries the priest and they all bloom in November and live to be a hundred. The dirt is still screaming but now there are witnesses. According to Nikki Finke, it will be different after the rain rises.
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