These small trees have displeased me.
When they obey me and call me Master, I shall replant them into the wild. Perhaps.
I Will Be Master Here
The Anxious Gardener
Will it germinate? Will it grow? Will it flower? Will it survive? Should I eat it? Will I be found out?
Oooh, “Fell Hand” – I like that. And no, Stacy, no room for irony when I'm in charge.
Apparently letting them know who's boss (“Master”–sorry) (only you probably don't want them saying it in ironic quotes, do you? sorry) worked, or you wouldn't be turning your fell hand to tubers now…