#19 Muddy Boots

Orla scuttled, crab-like, over the lawn, pausing now and then to comb through the grass with her fingers.

After what seemed like an age, she was considering walking to the other end of the lawn when her fingers brushed something different and she knelt closer to inspect.

It seemed obvious now! There, growing among the regular grass, was dark and thick Fluxygrass - and a plentiful patch of it too! 

Despite the damp cold on her knees, Orla wanted to be careful, so she began digging her fingers in the soil around the plant, hoping to preserve the base of the roots if possible. 

She considered leaving some as she only needed perhaps half of the total growing there, but then remembered that it was probably a good idea to have a back-up...just in case.

Straightening with fistfuls of fluxygrass, Orla wished she had brought a satchel with her before she stored the grass in a pocket her Aunt Fionna had sewn into the inside of her robes. She dusted off her knees, not paying much mind to the grass stains and dirt under her finger nails, and made her way to the next ingredient location.

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