A Fable about Real Estate
In the continuing conflict for window-flowerpot space in crowded concrete Manhattan, a species of more successful colonizers displayed some delicate weaponry: finger-long inflorescences of tiny pink flowers whose peculiar fragrance appealed to flies and bees and similar City beasties.
Their takeover seemed a certain triumph up until the apartment's new renter moved in. A culinary college kid of limited means, he practiced with self-grown herbs.
So, for those pretty perfumed pinkies, the rest was mulch!
Moral: The City is no jungle.