‘The big boys have it sown up, Maurice, if you’ll excuse the pun. Can’t use our own seeds no more. They sue anyone who does. Have to buy theirs. Good friend of mine Kurt Lettgo, a seeder out Mission way, was put out of business. His family been doing that for four generations.’ ‘So let me get this straight, Mr Hampton,’ you interrupted, taking out your pen and that notebook you always carried, ‘you are compelled to buy someone else’s seeds?’ ‘God’s honest. Go look it up. It ain’t no secret. It’s the law.’ Turned out it was that story ‘Seeds Unsown’ that won you that big award two years later.
Just a wee bit too much, but still fun
