The Cultivators

the cultivators taught how to walk and talk they approached as a group each with a bowl of bread given unto them by a lord trying to speak and be strong i said, "time moves along, it, can't stand here all day in contest.....i say...you say" then they all talked at once in different directions throwing corrections at everything i'd pronounce my resources mustered as their actions grew flustered as my patience waned at their reactions their creations grew louder, i said, "just cut the chowder, leave now please, and don't come back" the storm eased and mine was the final thunder clap long since when i've not seen them again i can tell you they are much less than sourly missed in fact they've dropped off their radar somewhere else, excepting, of course for their last recourse (every once in a while) a pamphlet at the door