Floating near death
We are floating near death from some unknown space malady; I understand there is nothing to fear about the Great Compost
Broccoli is not doing well now. His leaves are turning yellow. The brown spots on Sunflower are growing. We are all dying from some space malady. Gardener is frantically working to save us. He said sickness has happened to sailors when they were first learning to explore the world. I have heard that there is nothing to fear about the Great Compost. My only regret is that I will not be here on the frontier to help in this mission.