It happened so fast. There we were, walking through the Riverbanks Botanical Garden. It
was early evening and cloudy. The flowers were beautiful. The trees vibrant. It was Spring.
Everything seemed so normal. But that’s when we saw it: an enemy in our midst. Among the
garden flowers stood a towering colossus of a monster—a thistle! The problem was that it was
placed there on purpose! For years and years, Rebekah and her two brothers received the
honor of protecting the farm from thistles, and now she came across this monstrosity. What
was she to do?
It’s like my father-in-law says (or, at least, I imagine him saying),
“A well-manicured thistle is still a weed.”
P.S.- We just kept walking.