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Roselyn 
Reaching up to help the process of removing the dirt with her fingers, she only managed to increase the amount of dirt that went into her mouth with said dirty hands. THIS WASN'T WORKING. Though she paused with her tongue sticking out as her eyes zoomed in on the stick in the lady's hand. There was that vague sense that this wasn't a good stick.
Mad didn't sound good either.
"YOU CAN'T RUN FROM ME!"
With MUCH spitting all over the place to get the dirt out of her mouth, she flipped to her stomach and swam/crawled through the flowers to get away from the two people. WELL. Dirt certainly felt good on one's finger-y hands, but did not do well in other places! These flowers though. She tried to snatch at least one with her chompers as she wiggled away.
..........wiggling right into the direction of five potted Flutterby Bushes.
After the destruction of the majority of the department's share of Flutterby Bushes during former Minister Nickel's reign
of terror, Mrs. Emmons-Clarke had ordered a new set of adult plants. They had been delivered earlier today and were now still sitting in their pots in the first greenhouse, waiting for one of the Botanists to plant them in their respective part of the greenhouses.
The special thing about these particular Flutterby Bushes? It was their time of the century (!) and they were in full bloom - naturally giving off a
very strong scent to attract the unwary.
Beautiful, aren't they?