All you could behold from your flowery perch was more flowers. Bushes of roses, azaleas, tulips and daises obscured your view, and left you with no idea of how to get out of the massive garden. In fact, you could barely see Ms. B crouching behind a rhododendron bush. You could see the ground, and within a few minutes, it was solid enough to walk through again. You climbed down and jumped into the mud.
You started your trek through the damp, squishy ground. The going was rough, but you didn't run into many problems. Soon, you got near your giant teacher. It looked like she was planting a camellia. As you got even closer, the ground got looser, and your foot sunk in to your knee. You pulled against the mud, but it wouldn't budge. Using your hands like a trowel, you began to scoop the ground away from your feet. Before you were even half way free, a shadow was cast over you. Looking up, you see a horrifying sight and scream. Ms. B is:
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