The human female fancies herself something of a scientist. She likes to “experiment,” but since she doesn’t often make notes or test her outcomes to see if they are repeatable, I think it qualifies more as “farting around.”
In any case, she recently read that it is possible to grow new lettuce from a lettuce core. Since she is cheap as well as curious, she decided to give it a try with the remains of a particularly fluffy and delicious head of leaf lettuce we recently enjoyed.
Great Frigga’s Hairpins! It appears to be working! The old leaves are withering, but there are new ones lengthening in the middle!
They’re already more than a Sigyn tall! If this keeps up, she’ll have enough to stuff a sandwich or something. But do be careful, dearest! I don’t want you falling in!
Sleipnir’s fetlocks! The lettuce has attracted a prodigious, pachydermal interloper!
I know my beloved has a way with animals and is not in any real danger, but still—I can’t look! She’s….she’s feeding it, isn’t she?
And does she have to sing the “Hippo Nommy-noms Song“?
I suppose if the humans ever go bankrupt, my sweetie could support us all by having a menagerie of well-trained animals that will literally eat right out of her hand and which will obey her every wish.
I mean, you’d pay to see this act, wouldn’t you?