A birthday present

– Maybe I didn’t guess correctly with the variety or culture? – he decided not to despair and devoted the next season to corn.

Corn, indeed, grew better, reaching out to the sun, itself choking any weed. The following year was more rainy. The juicy cobs were so pleasing to the eye, Maxim was already rubbing his hands together in anticipation of the profit. A neighbor offered good money, but one day the village herd entered the garden, and everything was eaten and ruined.