A Short Story Of Enriched Soil

The soil moaned, as soil does. It felt so un-enriched!

It needed Richmond’s Enriching Goo!

The soil went to the shops.

As it approached the counter, people stared. “Eeeeeeeeeeee!” Said a small child. “Eueueuuw!” Said another. I think they generally were making the same point. They didn’t like the soil. And neither did anyone else. No-one, at all.

However, unaffected by the harsh comments (it had no ears with which to hear) the soil continued its journey to isle 3 and then to the “pay here” counter where it purchased some of Richmond’s Enriching Goo.

It applied some to it’s crumbly texture and left the store.

On the journey home it was embraced by tiny creatures and postmen. Fertiliser fell from the sky and weeds were plucked from it’s spindly limbs. It felt great and all was well.