Maud cleared her throat. “Ahem.
“The rock stood atop the hill.
The sun lit its stoney side.
Around it grew daffodil.
Beauty ponysonified.”
“That wasn't a bad first draft,” Floral Spectrum said, “but it could be improved with just a bit of editing. Take out the rock parts and you'd have a lovely poem.”
Edit out the rocks? Edit out the rocks!?
Floral smiled and scribbled in her notebook. “Ooh, this is the start of a great and wonderful apprenticeship. I've already gone ahead and signed you up for the semester. Just think of all the wonderful, happy, smiley poetry we'll write and we won't write a single thing about rocks the whole time.”
Nooooooo!
BAD END.
.... BAD TEACHER
no rocks?!?! NO ROCKS?!?!
SERIOUSLY!!?? NO ROCKS!? WHAT KIND OF TEACHER IS THIS!? YOU SHOULD GET HER FIRED!!!!
NO ROCKS!!!
HERESY!!!!!
Nothing works .
Well, I guess, we'll have to solve it with... brute force!