Gemotions

A wave of pure glee washed over him as he finished a particularly excellent drawing. The doorbell rang, and he practically flew to answer it.

It was Mr. Bellweather, the rather reserved gentleman from down the street. He looked a little stiff. "Excuse me, young man. Might I have a word?"

"Come on in, Mr. Bellweather! What glorious deed brings you to my door?" He beckoned him inside with a flourish.

Mr. Bellweather cleared his throat. "I was hoping… would it be permissible for me to utilize a portion of your yard for… some planting?"

He clapped his hands together, the sound echoing in the hallway. "Planting! Wonderful! We should have a contest! A giant zucchini competition! And maybe a sunflower maze! We'll need to figure out the best spot, and then… the adventures begin!" He rubbed his hands together, his mind already racing with ideas.