Frère, “Do you know what this is? I saw
him dumping dirt in it.”
Caline, “I can’t tell what it is.”
Frère, “It doesn't smell like much.”
Caline, “From this side it looks the same.”
Caline, “It really just seams to be a big
box of dirt.”
Caline, “Maybe if I attack it… no...
no reaction.”
Caline, “What is the point of this thing?”
Frère, “I think he’s lost his mind.”
*Note: This is not just a big box of dirt it is a planter in which to plant a very small garden.
