A disagreement arose. The father threw down his hoe and stomped off towards the house. One day she needed an onion, and went to the mesh bag he had hung near the back door to get one. The next morning, as he reached for the mesh bag, Dad announced that he had better plant those tulip bulbs before it rained. When this plant is touched, the leaves fold and the stems droop.
Recovery is prompt, and the action can be repeated endlessly without harm to the plant.
He warns that if the plant wilts when it is touched, the drinker should not drive. The inebriated patron is usually so startled by the plant's action that he willingly calls a cab. But I will again next year. I congratulated him, and said I was sure he'd win again with such beautiful roses. Just my friend next door.