Mulberry points her magic staff at the plant and thinks of fire.

Nothing happens.

She then takes the pitchfork and gives the odd plants a few nervous pokes. The plants sway slightly, and give more vigorous twitches. Nothing pops out though at least.

Mulberry looks around at the rest of the farm plots. They are all like this plant, though very few of the plants actually look similar other than basic shapes.

Mulberry wonders if she should try to get some of that booze. She could make another molotov or two out of it. Other than that she isn't sure what to do.







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