 curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - *chicken emoji* - probably @ Disney - I speak dog
Eww, gross.
This was why Caleb didn't like plants. Or herbology. You had to get DIRTY, and today they were getting dirty with POOP. Ugh. This was just the worst.
Wrinkling his nose at all the manure he passed, he decided to go with Knarl manure for his first one because they were tiny, unlike cows and abraxons which were HUGE and, by default, had larger...you know. Chicken manure was just gross. We were NOT touching that thank you very much.
Grabbing the first "moist" manure - oh geez, that was such a terrible word GAH he was cringing - he could find, he picked up the apple cores and then moved right along to the next ones. The dry manure, which was the only real type of fertilizer he would ever use should he get a real garden someday. But by that point he'd be rich and would have someone to do this FOR him.
Coffee grounds? That was a fertilizer? Cool! That was the one he was going with. There. Three different kinds - he knew he could get up to five but seriously who wanted MORE smelly junk to work with?
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