No home left behind

摘要

Hummfourbedwestsunfacing Meni was busy preparing dinner. They had grown dark green scotch bonnets, Gbanga's favourite, on their back porch for three summers now, but this was the first year the harvest came to see them in fall abundance. 'I see you scotches!', they sang out happily as their electromagnetic appendages, invisible to the human eye, gently clipped free four ripe, grinnin-teef-green bulbs of joy, chests puffed out proudly. An unoccupied branch of energy spritzed the scotches with plant food tincture: an offer of reciprocity. 'Yes you are looking good this year! Thank you for coming.' Humm moved their attention to the front door as they felt Naya's approaching hormonal and bacterial readings. Suddenly aware something was wrong, Humm sent out protective appendages preparing to defend the family's eldest child. 'What do you mean you don't have a choice?', came a raised voice, two figures storming into view at the edge of the water-lily field.