Christopher throws dandelion head after dandelion head into his bag. It's getting heavy now and his fingers are stained from the work but there are still so many left to kill. His biggest mistake is giving them names.

Talent is growing like dandelion. You don’t grow weeds and call yourself a gardener.

Never make eye contact with a stranger when you’re having a churro.

What is she doing here? I wondered. Hasn't she had enough green-upping?

I was a dandelion puff...Some saw the beauty in me and stooped quietly to admire my innocence. Others saw the potential of what I could do for them, so they uprooted me, seeking to shape me around their needs. They blew at my head, scattering my hair from the roots, changing me to suit them. Yet still others saw me as something that was unworthy and needed to be erased.

No other foreskin could have caused such trouble.