A few days later, Leonard had young people all around town hawking his flowers. That first day was a success. They sold two hundred bouquets. Leonard was elated.

That next morning, as Lennie was pulling into his lot, he observed several dozen people milling around his greenhouse. Then, perplexed, he saw that many of them were waving bouquets.

Once out of his car, Lennie was besieged. All the people were clamoring for their money back. Leonard finally quited them down enough to ask why?

That’s when an elderly woman crammed a bouquet of carnations into his face; he had his answer. All the flowers smelled like shit.