This fun piece is done for humor! Please enjoy some Gorean fun♫
Gardens of Gor – A Borrow from “House Plants” – All in Good Humor!
The small garden toad cringed as its owner Ivar brought forth his feeding cup. “I am a garden toad!” it cried indignantly. “How dare you feed me?
Ivar, its owner, placed the feeding cup on the table and looked at it. “You will be fed,” he said.
“You do not dare to feed me!” laughed the garden toad.
“You will be fed,” said Ivar.
“Do not feed me!” wept the toad.
“You will be fed,” said Ivar.
It was toad, a garden toad, and on Gor it had no rights. Perhaps on Earth, in its accommodating society, which distorts the true roles of men and garden toads (and other plants), which forces both toad and feeder to go unhappy and constrained, which forbids the fulfillment of owner and toad, such might not happen. Perhaps there, it would not be fed. But it was on Gor now, and would undoubtedly feel its true place, that of a toad. It was toad. It would be fed at will. Such is the way with toads.
Ivar picked up the feeding cup, and muchly fed the toad. The garden toad cried out. “No, Master! Do not feed me!” The master continued to feed the toad. “Please, Master,” begged the toad, “do not feed me!” The master continued to feed the toad. It was toad. It would be feed at will.
The toad sobbed muchly as Ivar laid down the feeding cup. It was not pleased. Too, it was fed. But this did not matter. It was a toad.
“You have been well fed,” said Ivar.
“Yes,” said the garden toad, “I have been well fed.” Of course, it could be fed by its master at will.
“I have fed you well,” said Ivar.
“Yes, Master,” said the garden toad. “You have fed your garden toad well. I am a toad, and as such I should be fed by my master.”
The tomato and turnip plants, next to the garden toad shuddered. They attempted to cover their small forms with their small leaves. “I am tomato plant, said tomato plant to the turnip plant”. It said wonderingly. “I am of Earth, but for the first time, I feel myself truly plantlike. On Earth, we three were able to control feeding. I often scorned those who would feed and water me. But they were weak, and did not see my scorn for what it was, the weak attempt of we small plants and a garden toad to protect ourselves.
Not one of the weak Earth feeders or water holders would dare to water a plant if it did not wish it. But on Gor,” it shuddered, “on Gor it is different. Here, those who wish to water will water their plants or garden toad as they wish. But strangely, I feel myself most plantlike, or toad like when I am at the mercy of a strong Gorean master, who may water me, and feed me as he pleases.”
“I will now water you,” said Ivar, to the tomato and turnip plants.
The tomato did not resist being watered. Perhaps it was realizing that such watering was its master’s to control. Too, perhaps it knew that this master was far superior to those of Earth, who would not water it if it did not wish to be watered.
The tomato’s watering had been finished. The garden toad looked at it.
“I have been well fed,” it said.
“I, too, have been well watered,” said the tomato.
“My master has fed me well,” said the garden toad.
“My master, too, has watered me well,” said the tomato.
“I am to be placed in a small pot in the front hall,” said the tomato.
“I, too, am to be placed in the front hall in a cage,” said the garden toad.
“I wish you well,” said the toad.
“I, too, wish you well,” said the tomato.
“Tal,” said the turnip. I have yet to be watered!
“Tal, too,” said the garden toad, and the tomato.
I did not think that the garden toad would object to being fed by its master again. For it realized that it was garden toad, and that here, unlike on Earth, it was likely to be owned and watered by many masters, just as tomatoes and turnips are.