MUSED Literary Magazine.
Fiction

Vignette

David Edwards

Hot, humid August. A small garden in full bloom: leafy cabbages, green tomatoes,
carrots, two rows of spindly corn, several drooping Giant Sunflowers.
At the gardenīs border a crude cardboard sign. Upon it, even more crudely, in crayon
the words "ABSOLUTELY NO TRESPASSING!"
Fortunately, for their plumpness and epicurean ambitions, rabbits cannot read... and
even if they could, would surely not understand, nor appreciate adverbial admonitions.