Alfred sighed. Today had been pretty rough, what with his failing English. Oh, he was going to be killed when he got back home. Deciding he wanted to spare himself a bit longer, Alfred turned into the local park. It wasn't very big, just a garden wedged behind the local library. But this park was special to him. When he was a little kid he would wander in there just to get away from the cramped streets and buildings. It was a relief to see such color beyond the library. The Garden overlooked a small prairie, giving it that never-ending dreamy feel. Alfred owed this place a lot. It had been his sanctuary for who knows how long.
Alfred leaned against an oak tree, shoving his hands in his pockets. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, he noticed a man, bent over the grass. His pants were dirtied as was his shirt. His hair was rumpled, and he was staring intently at some newly dug earth. Alfred shoved off the tree and walked over. "What are ya doin'?"
The man didn't even flinch. "I'm watching a flower grow." He replied. Alfred cocked his head to the side. Well, that was odd. But all the same, he sat down next to the man and looked over at the soil too.
"Is it done yet?"
"Does it look done yet?"
"No…"
The man sighed. "Then it's not done."
Alfred crinkled his nose. "Will it be done soon?"
The man gave an exasperated huff. "Oh, sod off! Who are you anyway?"
Alfred would have replied, if he wasn't too busy laughing.
"What? What is so funny?"
Alfred clutched at his stomach. "Sod off? Get it? Sod?"
The man rolled his eyes. "As if the gardener never heard that one before."
If you don't get the joke, than you obviously don't do much yard work.
Based off this photo:
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Sorry for any mistakes, I'm American!
-Mallory