Lost in translation

I know no one even reads the once exciting croquet blog anymore, but oh well. I was laughing reading the previous post which attempted to rally people to get out in the yard and craft an epic croquet field.

Turns out instead of focusing on fixing the course, I tricked Jumpy into making a garden. A garden that as of now will only cause more stress upon Jumpy's fragile psyche. A garden in size and scope could easily conquer and consume weaker humans to attempt to quench its unending need to grow.

Oh yeah, in croquet related news, I won last night. Quite handily I might add. All who came against me were crushed under the weight of my skill. My mallet became fear machine made of brilliant light. Where ever Red ball went, so did hope and laughter flee. My enemies, my enemies were impaled on the single stake in the center of the English style pitch. The screams do not haunt me, they fill my heart with joy.