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> "Grandpa pear, tell me about your youth."
> "Oh... back then, there were hard times... when I was young, I was a hawthorn."
> "Grandpa, don't con us..."
> "No, really! Listen on. I was happily growing on a verge of a meadow, when suddenly some anon dug me removing all my soil and cutting half of my roots."
> "Oh!"
> "Then he cut my stem and duct taped a pear twig to me. See this badly healed wound down there?"
> "Whoa... can I touch it?"
> "Yes, yes... And when I was recovering, the anon left me in half-shaded porch, alternatingly forgetting to water me and flooding me with too much water."
> The younglings rolled their eyes on this grumping, but stayed silent.
> "But this is not all! He then forgot to remove me from the half-shaded porch when the sun was getting strong at the end of April, and I almost boiled down!"
> "Boiled"?
> "Yes! All my leafs withered and rotted, and it took me two weeks to re-grow them!"
> …
And what horror stories could your plants tell their kids?
