'Henry Gumble's Garden'
by T John Ward
Tup told me this when he got back from Oz.
Henry Gumble, who's a pint short of a quart, inherited a bungalow and a piece of desert on the edge of some more of it in the outback. He decided to make a garden. But just as his- er- let's give her the benefit of the doubt, mate- lovely wife, Martha, predicted, he failed miserably. Then he uncovered a cache of fertiliser left behind by aliens