As you are likely aware, our race stretches back thousands upon thousands of crop-cycles. And while I am a Cultivator of the Culture, there are some aspects of ancient spudlife that even I do not fully fathom. Recently, I stumbled across a beautiful harvest of old proverbs. Some are well-known to us, but some are impossibly cryptic. This one in particular caught my eyes:
Three pebbles in night, yet four in the morning. Beware what comes next, oh little spudling.
Any ideas, my sprouts? (Farmers, you can help too.)
-Cathartic Potato
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