"Bamboo shoots", I replied. He had grow up with them, and really had no reason to ask.
"Are you going to send it to China?", he asked.
"Why should I?" I was genuinely perplexed. He may not share my avarice for plants, but he's normally willing to co-exist with them.
"Because teacher says pandas eat only bamboo, and because there are not enough bamboo trees in China, the pandas will all go hungry and die."
For once, I was speechless.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
Nearly a year back, I had blogged about how I had accepted that the vase containing my bamboo shoots would be broken one day. I am happy to say that it has not departed for its heavenly abode just yet.