Re: [GARDENS]
[This nameplate, though scratched out and written over, can still be made out to say "Uncle."
The things she had . . . produced are less than a day old, and already the male had become a nuisance.
“And what’s that one?” it toddled across the room, naked as the day it was- . . . naked as today, and reached its fat little hands towards a specimen it could not possibly understand the significance of. Prehistoric, it was! One of the first to be born of the divine union, older than They themselves from some perspectives. ‘Imp,’ the humans would call it, and then some day ‘trilobite’ and some time after that ‘Olenoides erratus’ when they finally found a nomenclature approaching sensible.
“That one is- likewise, one you are not permitted to touch.”
“But uncle, you’ve said that of all of them!”
“Clever boy.”
It stopped suddenly, whirring attention span transfixed on an aquarium. Cepholopods. “I like these. They should be out of the water.” One began reaching over the top of the tank, pulling itself into the open air which was of course preposterous as it lacked anything like the musculature to support itself on land, let alone the respiratory capabilities to-
He slammed a lid down over the tank, “That will be quite enough suggestions of that sort, thank you. Shouldn’t you be off defecating yourself?”
The boy smiled at him with all the wholly insincere innocence of a babe. In the tank, the creatures were all beginning to cling to the top, now unable to stay submerged indefinitely. “Dear Uncle,” he asked sweetly, “would you like me to?”]