Inventing the Strawberry Plant

A wood nymph, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx bored by always eating acorns, xxxxxxxxxxx noting the Roman word for acorn is glans, rolling her eyes at the satyrs making unappetizing puns xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx whenever she puts an acorn in her hungry mouth

Steps into a limestone crag above her grove catches a daddy-long-legs places him atop a sunny knoll and touches his back

The daddy-long-legs splays and wriggles his legs Into wriggling vines and flourishes foliage from his knees. His body squats and roots and his scintillating eyes pop flowers and more flowers pop and plump red gems pop from the flowers.

Food for nymphs alone, until the day a Pleistocene ice sheet chases the nymphs back to Arcadia and later, thawed slugs crawl from their unattended, mulching, groves then even later there happens the day a human scout stands on the crag and she tastes the gem of Manitoulin Island.