The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?
He was totally sure there was something different about the shape of the hedge. It was not like that when he saw it yesterday. Of course, the hedges had been always shaped like people, or a family. But once again, there was something different. He stood there scratching his chin as his cerulean eyes filled with curiosity.
“I changed it last night.” Suddenly an old man stood beside him. He was the garden man. “Do you like it?”
“Oh!” said the barista, a bit shocked. “Yes, this is beautiful.” He could hear his awkward voice.
The old man smiled. Then the barista said he need to go to work and left him.
“You put yourselves in danger, children,” the oldman sighed.
“You don’t know how tedious to stand at the same position,” answered the hedge.
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