She explained to me that produce was essential to progress. “Science?” she would say. “Show me science on an empty stomach!”
Farming was her calling. Everything else, she said, didn’t really matter.
A twist of fate brought me, undeserving, through the famine, left alone to carry her message of life.
The life of a pygmy banana is short and sweet.
As buds on the branch, they live with joy, innocence, and enthusiasm.
The growing process is a time of learning and maturation.
Some fall from the branch and freely give of themselves to the grateful wildlife.
Others simply rot.
The ant on Amy’s desk grew even bigger.
Amy looked around. No one seemed to notice.
The ant stared at Amy with its dinner plate-sized eyes, then sprouted wings and flew towards Mrs. Spencer, who screamed. Amy smiled.
”Do you find biology amusing, Amy?” Mrs. Spencer asked with a frown.
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