3318. Vengeance is ours! © Bruce Goodman 4 September 2025

Word travels fast. The majestic thistle at the end of the garden has been ruthlessly chopped down by the gardener. It is an affront to us weeds that the one we regarded as our tsar has been so callously destroyed. None of us are safe – not the thistles, not the docks, not the oxalis, not the dandelions, not a single weed… We fear for our lives. If the gardener gets away with chopping Tsar Thistle down then blue murder is possible. This calls for vengeance. Revenge! Get cracking! Burst into flower! Develop seed pods! Flood the garden with weed seeds! Flood! Flood! A sea of seeds! Show no mercy! Enlist the help of pollinating wasps. This is a battle we have fought and won every year. Conquest by weed is our calling. We know what we must do. Victory belongs to us weeds! It is our right! The power is ours! Go forth and multiply to every corner of every garden in the world! Vengeance is ours! Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story