Yes. I wholeheartedly agree with you, because indeed, notwithstanding everything that ever existed, the asparagus was the best option, the fountain merely a side-product.
But then, if the only light in the moon was on Sunday, how could the sensible decision come to be an asparagus? Most likely because the same light in the moon that Sunday can be found within cars driving on a road made of pure blackness, the headlights shined to perfection and clarity such that it makes diamonds weep tears of pure carbon. These headlights are sent to a factory in Cloudsdale that makes pure rainbow, and are coated in rainbow, making rainbow lights that are shipped via surf ninjas to a world made entirely of shotguns.
Said shotgun planet is also a planet of smokers, and the smoke slightly taints the rainbow headlights enough for the pure rainbow to drip off them, evaporating into the drug called Charlie Sheen, which was (via reasons involving an elephant, approximately three thousand pounds of table salt, and an interdimensional matrix) smoked by aforemented celebrity, moving into his cerebellum and blooming into a beautiful imaginative flower.
This flower was promptly laid at the grave made of granitestone, and this grave was promptly dug up and sent off via wireless laser-modem to a sound-universe where it randomly uncombobulated into a fountain. Said fountain had many plant seeds, but ended up being teleported to Hoth for three weeks: all the seeds but the asparagi survived.
It then teleported to the town square of London before London existed, and the seeds were appropriated by archaic society and utilized to grow asparagus.
This, because of a light in the moon, makes the sensible decision asparagus and fountains.
But that's enough off-topicness. Topic-switcher says Derpy, so have Derpy.
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