In the garden's edge, a tomato sings bass, yearning for photosynthesis fame.
The hydrangeas conspire, quietly planning a dance-off against the rebellious marigolds.
Quantum worms curl through the soil, entangled in diplomatic plots with neighboring daisies.
Here lies the teapot, whistling show tunes, quipping about kettle intonations mixing poorly with iron skill.
The wind eavesdrops, urging a clandestine rendezvous between garden gnomes and the neighbor's cat, Chatster Pines.