Chapter 28. Minimum Daily Requirement

Twelve shovelsful...that is as much as I can managed whilst sneezing and wheezing and coughing. And to think you can't even see the difference! I bet it'll look exactly the same until the day I sink the pond in it.

I may not have grass, but by golly I have green ground...

Yesseree! I have a grand crop of moss!

Beats brown mud any day.