Tired. A good way to describe the sickened state of the crops. Well the ones in Howard's rice paddies. Exhausted might be another way to describe the stalks. But the word's harder to spell out and the word synonymous, seems to be, a lot more complicated to a jabberwock.
Humongous in size, Horible in stench, and they come in scaly or slimy. Sometimes both. The jabberwocks, if ever, rarely go to land, preferring the lightness of their movement underwater over their clumsy gait on land. And Howard's one of them. Barely. Standing almost 12ft in height, Howard was overjoyed when he finally reached the last 1/16 of an inch, you needed to overcome, to actually be considered 7 feet. Well at least he wasn't standing on his toes that time.
It's been almost 3 years since i found him. He's got this dignity about him. The kind that he prefers to wear when other jabberwocks, on rare occassions, pass through. And he seemed to like putting it on especially at times like when he was confessing that he wanted to take up "AGRICULTURE". Because according to him, " Usss MANdrakess, sseemss to LAK the ssSKills ".
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From that day on, i wouldn't be able to go on with my day without hearing the word "AGRICULTURE". Now here we are, standing near the edge of one of his rice paddies, pretending to mull about what could have possibly done this, when I'm pretty sure that it's because he just plucked a bunch of leaves then planted it on the holes he was proud of digging up using his newly bought plastic shovel.
Because although the jabberwocks come in big packages, their brains don't. A huge handicap in their part. At least Howard knows how to use a plastic shovel. I taught him that.
But despite my prowess in teaching the basics in how-to-use-a-shovel, I still have a little problem. Now, how do you teach a jabberwock how-to-do-agriculture. Because I, Castor Pavleon, am pretty sure that. I. Don't know how to do that.