"To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow," Audrey Hepburn

Winston, the pebble, decides he wants a hobby.

Somethin' to pass the time, you know?

He considers many a different hobby, but finally decides to start a garden. He collects seeds and works hard planting each and every one carefully in a plethora of pots. But then, one morning, he hears a knock at his door.

One of his seeds sprouted.... not just a sprout, but arms and legs and eyes, and a very hungry mouth! What is he to do?

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this story is a part of the
zine-like
Pebble Prose series.

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