When I left to take Jack to school, I had nine pots in my garden, each filled with foliage. By the time I returned home twenty minutes later, my dwarf cucumber had been plucked from its soil. A note lay in its place.
The wind dried out the leaves of this vegetable plant, under which I have been residing these past weeks. It is of no use to me now. I ridded your garden of its nuisance. No need to thank me. Please plant more seeds at your convenience.
With regards, Seamus
P.S. Please plant the seeds today, whether or not it is convenient.”