I looked left. I looked right. I looked all around. One is occasionally accustomed to finding the odd egg in the garden (I've known a chicken or two with such nefarious thoughts in mind). But an eggplant?
There was a clunk or two over the other side of the fence. Could our 70 plus year old neighbour have thrown it over? Unlikely. The bees continued doing whatever it is bees do. Far off, on the other side of the garden, the chickens all stood around looking suitably suspicious. They certainly seemed they were up to something. But then, the chooks always seem like they're up to something.
I concluded my furtive eggplant investigations by creating the world's smallest eggplant parma. A coin is included for comparison.
It's not a very good mystery, but it's all I've got today. Thank you for reading my post about the furtive eggplant.