BEWARE THE BEAUTIFUL PERILS OF THESE GARDENS.
You encounter an escaping gang of looting snakes making their way out of the nearby department store.
You ask Mr. Flower if he wants you to pick him.
He does not want you to pick him.
You get mad so you pick him anyway.
Mr. Flower eats your hand in self-defense.
Mr. Flower eats your hand in self-defense.
You run.
Through the leaves you see neighboring cottages.
You hurry into one to deal with the blood gushing from your stump.
