THE GARDEN

The Garden appears to have been growing without supervision.

Roses climb where they please. Daisies gather in the grass. Butterflies pass through without announcing where they are going.

A bench rests beneath the trees.

Mrs. Dustshimmer has passed through the Garden, tending it lightly enough that the daisies remain exactly where they chose to grow.

Somewhere nearby, a cat has discovered a patch of sunlight and appears to consider the matter settled.

The Garden contains paths. None of them appear particularly concerned with where they lead.