Trowel, and Despair (Otherwise Untitled)
#145 of Short Stories
A fox regards meal planning and hobbies.
~ The fox gazed out at the shrunken plants and dying leaves of his garden. Some portions were as though a desert, the others a swamp. All had too much or to little water; nothing had successfully grown.
~ His attention turned to the trowel in his hand, and the watering can in his other.
~ "I should've just bought a can opener, instead."