| -- | Skubic! |
| -- | Yes, General. |
| -- | I want your men to seed the field. |
| -- | Yes, General. |
| -- | I want daisies. Posies. Mums. Is that clear? |
| -- | Yes, General. |
| -- | Don't separate them out. Mix them together. Let them compete, it's
good for them. Understood? |
| -- | Yes, General. |
| -- | How long will it take? |
| -- | A few months before they're ready, General. |
| -- | Good. Dismissed. |
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| Salutes are exchanged. |
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| Three months later. |
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| -- | General? |
| -- | Ah, Skubic. How's it coming? |
| -- | The field is ready for inspection, sir. |
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| The general steps out of the tent, shading his eyes. |
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| -- | Good work, Skubic. Report. |
| -- | Sir, approximately 72% of the original seeds germinated. |
| -- | Breakdown by type? |
| -- | Daisies 69%, posies 74%, mums 71%. |
| -- | I see. Regimen? |
| -- | Daily waterings at 0800. We are making do with our supply of 200
watering cans, but it's taking an hour to go over the whole field each
day. We've requisitioned more from HQ. |
| -- | Good. What's your personal assessment? |
| -- | The flowers look quite healthy, sir. I think that in a few more months
they should be able to look after themselves. They'll be ready for
induction within the year. |
| -- | Excellent work, Skubic. Well, I'm going to go out into the field and
see how things are for myself. Dismissed. |
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| The general hastens to the field, eager to inspect his soldiers in bloom. |