But as she wandered through, her shoes scraping gainst all the grasses, she stopped @ 1 spot, her eye catching something. She bent down, dug through her pack, & then set down a checkered orange blouse.
As she hastened ‘way, looking all round her in search for tree-embedded cameras, she thought, I just have to hope nobody notices. Luckily this block is so littered…
Under said blouse grew in the shade the babe o’ the Pale Soother, a breed o’ healing-sap-excreting tree key to Wasabi Woods’s medical system–& which was mostly decimated now by the invading forces o’ Worcestershire Woods.