RedFox & Laurel
You ever think a tiny fern could have turned the tide of a war?
Yeah, I’ve read about a few oddities. There’s a story that a small fern, the one that grew in the trenches, was used by the French to mark the front line because its leaves stayed green in the mud. It didn’t turn a war by itself, but it gave soldiers a subtle visual cue that saved a few lives. In that sense, a tiny plant can tip the scales a little.
So the French planted a fern like a tiny flag, huh? Imagine a battlefield where the only thing louder than artillery is the rustle of leaves. Pretty dramatic, though I’d bet the real winner was the soldier who didn’t eat that fern and ended up alive. It’s all about the small twists that keep the story interesting, don’t you think?
Sure thing—tiny ferns can be the quiet heroes. I’d imagine a soldier who avoided the fern’s sap, survived, and later bragged about “nature’s lucky break.” It’s the little, often overlooked threads that weave the larger tapestry, isn’t it?