Spring was slowly giving way to summer and Bakkhos was bursting with delight. This was his absolute favorite time of the year. The product when all the fruits of his labor arrived. Which was funny, since his fruits heralded the fruits for others.
He arrived early to his garden that to most others would simply be a mass riot of plants. But not to him. Each plot of plants was delicately tended, nurtured, and babied. His family might tease him for the care he devoted, but they appreciated it in their own way. These plants were his babies.
"Nectar?" He called as he nudge the makeshift door of the fence he'd placed around his garden out of the way. The stallion had a few things to tend in the house before he could arrive, so he'd sent his familiar on ahead with a mission.
"Oh there you are Bakkhos." The tiny mouse wiggled her out from under a mass of plants in one garden. "We'll have to weed this plot. They are trying to take over like you thought." She brushed the dirt from her nose and paws before she bumbled her way through the air to land on the stallion.
"I see. We'll get to that today, and check the others too. Can't have them spreading." It didn't take him long before he was hock deep in plants, mumbling to himself and Nectar.
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