Ted K at the feed and seed
︎︎︎ Bauhausfrau
︎ Mar 14, 2026
Uncle Ted could never win, it's clear among glad farmhands. They shove bare roots in trash bags; I couldn't help myself. Scale comes up in bulk, so I say systems will spawn zombies.
Feedlord echoes my baiting with gusto—a good king is our need, much like me. But neglect I'll accept in its stead. We have a deal: chick overflow soon, come back with all your little hands.
If it wasn't for scale we'd know nothing. Except what the old ladies said. But now that we're bright we're retarded.
Old Ted, rest his soul, wouldn't like this.
But do tortured minds ever like much?
I'm told ma’am, they're all loaded; God bless you.
Fruit gardens for now are enough.
Feedlord echoes my baiting with gusto—a good king is our need, much like me. But neglect I'll accept in its stead. We have a deal: chick overflow soon, come back with all your little hands.
If it wasn't for scale we'd know nothing. Except what the old ladies said. But now that we're bright we're retarded.
Old Ted, rest his soul, wouldn't like this.
But do tortured minds ever like much?
I'm told ma’am, they're all loaded; God bless you.
Fruit gardens for now are enough.
Bauhausfrau is a writer living in the South with her husband and several young children.
Also by Bauhausfrau: Apocalypse at the homeschool co-op