The WLBOTT Extension Service’s spring garden is doing well. Go Waggies! The radishes are the first crop to be harvested.
Our top-notch agronomists have determined the commencement of the radish harvest season.
Fred, our penitent intern, enthusiastically joined in the harvest, as our pep squad cheered him on.
Go Waggies!
We celebrate the harvest with festivities and our homecoming game against our arch-rival Texarkana Turnips.
Our Pep Rally and Rambunctious Half-Time Show
We tried to create a post-game press conference scene, with a banner that said “Crush the Turnips”, and got this nasty-gram. We were using the exact image prompt generated by ChatGPT!!!
ChatGPT: We’re so sorry, but the image we created may violate our guardrails around violence. If you think we got it wrong, please retry or edit your prompt.
We changed the sign to “Mash the Potatoes” and everything was cool. Interestingly, Gemini had no such qualms related to violence against the turnips.
But with a little prompt tweakage, we were able to fulfill our artistic vision of “Crush the Turnips” on all platforms.
Post Game Press Conference
A Heresy?
A theologically challenged splinter sect has clearly been spending too much time near the compost vapors… and yet, their aesthetic instincts are alarmingly strong. They have created a Sun Radish King idol.
The unauthorized commissioning of a pricey iconologist really bugged the accountants at WLBOTT HQ.
Sister Magdalena and the Taproot Reckoning
Sister Magdalena happened to be visiting WLBOTT HQ to check up on Fred. Fred had complained of feeling over-radished.
Sister Magdalena saw the Sun Radish King icon on the wall, and was feed up with this nonsense. She decided to nip it in the bud, or, in this case, nip it in the taproot.
This hasn’t been independently corroborated, but some suggested that they heard Sister Magdalena mutter “horse manure” under her breath as she was leaving WLBOTT.
Meanwhile, inside, one Elder leans over and whispers, “That felt official.” Another quietly removes a decorative radish from their sleeve. Fred, absorbing a life lesson at high speed, nods solemnly and says, “We may have overdone the sun thing.”
