I love xylem. Why do I love xylem? Well, I’ll tell you: I love xylem because it’s one of the few little memory fish left in the pool of my plant biology studies. Xylem and phloem. And pith. I remember pith. ~MA waves at the little memory fish~
Xylem transports moisture and some nutrients up into plants and phloem transports organic materials, and that’s all I know. They always sound like moral examples in some Victorian nursery rhyme:
Xylem and phloem were two bad boys.
On Sabbath Day they made loud noise.
They dirtied their faces and tore their pants
And died and came back as parts of plants.
WRITING PROMPT: What bits of things does your main character vaguely remember from school?