This is Ria. Welcome to Little Stories for Tiny People.

Oh, that's my tell a story alarm. Sometimes I walk into my studio and forget why I came into it in the first place.

So I have this alarm to remind me. That's normal, right? I'll take your silence as agreement.

Let's get to our story. It's called Gotina Plants a Garden.

Take it away, Kian.

Remember, there are no pictures.

You have to imagine them in your mind.

You can imagine them however you want.

Okay, here we go.

Gotina did not have a garden, which was proving to be a reliable source of embarrassment for her

at Weekly Quilting Circle.

Every other goat had a garden, except for Granny Houffton, who was getting on in years, and was well past an age where anyone would expect her to weed flower beds.

She took every opportunity to remind them of this.

I weeded plenty of garden beds for years.

Can't be expecting me to scuff my hoofs for another lousy crop of cucumbers.

But everyone else had a garden, and not just pretty flower gardens.

Sure, they had some flowers around the borders,

but these were real, working gardens,

bursting with things to eat.

Whenever discussion about quilting stitches or patterns

or the high cost of fabric these days.

Ran dry for too long. Conversation invariably turned to gardening.

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