A small weed please

Ding-ding.

Who’s there?

It’s me.

What do you want?

A weed.

We don’t do weeds here.

It’s only a little one that I want.

We have a spiritual Christmas tree on offer.

I just want a little weed.

We have purple ripper seeds.

Is that a weed?

No.

Then it’s no good, it’s got to be a weed.

But why for heaven’s sake?

Heaven has no sake like a weed and that’s what I want.

Wait here then, I think I have one out the back.

Okay, make sure it’s a pure weed, no mongrels.

There, I dug it up from out back. It’s a weed and you can have it for free.

I don’t want it.

But why not; it’s a weed.

It’s too big, I want a small one.

I don’t have a small one.

This is a flower ship isn’t it?

Yes, but we don’t sell weeds.

They wouldn’t take up much space you know.

There’s no call for them.

I’m calling.

I tell you what: come back in a year from now and I’ll have a weed grown just for you.

Really? You promise?

Of course.

Don’t forget I want a small one.

No problem.

See you next year then.

See you.

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