The woman didn’t plant the sunflowers the second year
The first year
she had tilled and let them settle and
in the fall
the birds came
as the weather worsened
the birds tore through the seeds
and spit out the pieces
to rise the next spring
in the fallow field
The moral of the story
Birds in bad weather will hock together.
(I’m not ashamed.)
Sometimes you just have to commit puns. I make no excuses.