In a garden lies Vildo the potato,
Undisturbed and protected by dirt,
Where the sun wouldn't shine through and could not hurt.
"I'm the safest there is," Vildo told himself.
It was a fine life—the sound of nothing and without any fear of rotting.
But one day, Vildo heard something:
Digging. Shocked and afraid, Vildo waited.
Plis, plis, plis echoed in his mind, but to no use.
He felt himself getting pulled out from the ground and, in front of a giant being unlike anything he could describe,
he only knew dirt, so that's no surprise.
The giant made a grunting sound.
"Fuck it," he said with a smile. After hearing this, Vildo wanted to shout but couldn't because he didn't have a mouth.
"What does this mean? What is he going to do with me?
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