Fast forward to a recent ransport. I stuck around the old site until very near the end as I was going to go in one of the tractors. And so, while strolling past the little stream that had cut through the circus grounds, watching the final wagons disappear, I was stumbled upon a pot plant growing by the stream's bank.
What the heck?
As it turns out, the pot cultivating worker discovered his plant was male and therefore useless to him. He was just going to chuck it when his plant loving neighbour caught wind of his plan and, scandalized by the potential murder of an innocent plant, convinced him to give disowned plant a second chance. As such, it was planted among some tall grass and found a new home by the stream.
Your move, Johnny Appleseed.
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