Early in the morning, Mr. H digs a hole in the ground and drops in a small seed, full of hope. Under the curious gaze of a bird, time passes... but nothing happens. Or perhaps the seed, hidden and discreet, germinates at its own pace.
Mr. H waters it, whispers sweet words, and returns every day to see how it is growing.
But the wait goes on:
"Still nothing?" he asks impatiently. Until one day...
