Wanted to plant another sapling. Started the walk. It was getting dark. Boarded public transit. Stepped down at a mile. Continued the walk. Nursery was open. The man sitting there seemed bored as he was alone. Happy to see another being, his enthusiasm explained. But he don't sell the breed.
Redirected. Bumpy rider to the likely destination. Rain started. Nursery had stopped sales. Walk in the next exit. Drenching. Walk. Walk. Walk. Final destination. Mission accomplished. Travel back. Plant the sapling. But alas! Roots were grown wrongly to fit the field. Good night loser.