The Balcony Gardener’s Great Strawberry Mishap

Once upon a time, in a quaint Parisian apartment, there lived the Balcony Gardener, a person of modest ambition but lofty horticultural dreams. She had transformed her small balcony into a miniature Eden with herbs, flowers, and the crowning glory — a humble but fiercely determined strawberry plant.
It was late in the season, and the Balcony Gardener was reveling in the fruits of her labor. That evening, she discovered a gem of a plump, red, and perfectly shaped strawberry that would make any supermarket variety weep in envy. It was a thing of beauty, nature’s perfection.
She held it aloft, her eyes twinkling with pride. “Who said a small balcony can’t give great rewards?” she muttered, her grin widening. She felt like a botanical Michelangelo for a moment, chiseling masterpieces from leaves and soil.
But as with all great artists, there was a need to share her genius with the world — or at least her social media followers. Naturally, she had to photograph the strawberry and capture its glorious essence in just the right light. Not just ‘any’ photograph, though — oh no. This strawberry deserved more. It had to be carefully posed, nestled among its leafy kin, perhaps even perched at a jaunty angle.
And so, out she went to the balcony once more, strawberry in hand. She positioned it this way, then that way, then back again, the inner monologue running: ‘Hmm, maybe more to the left? No, not that left — ‘ my’ left. Wait, the lighting’s off, let me just — ‘
And then — disaster struck.
With one careless twist of her wrist, the strawberry escaped her grasp as if…