Magic Scones

Nobody knew what it was like to have webbed feet!  I was caught in the space in between proud and embarrassed, in between considering myself a powerful mutant and a timid freak.  I did use my webbed feet to my advantage in all of my apocalypse dreams, swimming across Lake Champlain pulling a raft of friends and supplies, finding safety in the mountains of New York.  But, being real, I was too embarrassed to join my high school swim team, so I just passive-agressively made fun of them to make myself feel better.  It was only for finding my love of baking that I was saved.  Baking, you say!  What high-schooler gets into baking?  I was also obsessed with growing shrubs.  What kinds of shrubs you ask?  Shrubs with berries of all types!  Currants, elderberries, blueberries, and more.  Of course, I filled my baked goods with the berries, and more.  It was just a hobby for several years until I noticed  and unususal increase in the number of friends that were stopping by to sample and even take home some of my baked goods.  I allowed myself to be flattered for a while, but eventually the attention became more that I could attribute to chance.  Why was everybody so crazy about the choke cherries that I was suing?  Was there something unique about my blueberries?  Why did i often find people laying on their backs and giggling in my back yard after eating my berries.  Could there be a amgic nutrient in the soil that feeds my plants?  Could my plants have pants?