Sunday, November 22, 2009


It wasn’t that the sculptures were bad.  Far from it, really.  Visitors to the gardens remarked with awe and envy at the artistry of the carefully-pruned plants.  Lord Trevor had had several offers for his gardener, in money, land, and… favors, to put it bluntly.  He’d thus far resisted, but the plants were unnerving.

Trevor was taking a constitutional, somewhat nervously, when he came across the gardener, digging beside the topiary lion.

“Working already?” said Trevor.

“Got unruly last night,” the man grunted.

Trevor hesitated.  He spotted what looked like a skull in the man’s hands.  “Oh.  Er.  Carry on.”


Loren Eaton said...

Yikes. Methinks said gardener also might have worked at the Overlook Hotel.

Unknown said...

I was picturing one of Wodehouse's Lord Whatevers as the nobleman here. Bertie Wooster Visits Overlook would be a positively smashing time, I think.