As Ian had read the homework notice on the board, he decided (actually, he surmised) that his creative skill was lacking. He figured any attempt at actually drawing an image that would be discernible as a young bouncing bulb would fail. So...he found himself in the greenhouse, wearing some old work clothes (that may or may not smell of fish) and had his gloves, goggles (gotta protect the peepers) and a good attitude. He had no desire to repeat his performance in class.

As he walked through the greenhouse, he went and grabbed what he would need initially. He grabbed a pot, some soil and a gardening trowel. He placed about half the soil in the bottom of the pot and made sure he had hollowed out a spot for the bulb. He took a deep breath in....psyched himself up for this and headed to the cart with the bulbs. His wand at the ready, he began to talk to himself to steel his courage. It sure would be nice to have a partner doing this with him. NOTHING going on wee bulbs! Just a lad out for a pleasant stroll in a greenhouse. He walked by the cart and peeked in to pick out one that seemed kind of lazy.

He decided to take a direct approach. He quickly reached in to the cart, trying to grab one swiftly.....and.......failed! The bulb sensed his intention, bounced from between his rapidly closing hands and hit the corner of the cart. This caused the other bulbs to scatter and grow agitated.

Now he was invested. He quickly moved his hands, trying to grasp his original target. No such luck as it bounced up, struck him in the shoulder and careened to the right and under a table filled with pots of immobile plant life. Ian scrambled over and got on his hands and knees and looked into the dark underside of the table for 'his' bulb.