Lion Head Mesa the botanist's troubles

hm. hm! gucci marched on into the chamber, examining the plants from his low point of view. his discerning eye told him these growths was wilted.

most concernin'. the advisor turned his head. mah honest prognosis is... th' cold?

he raised a dainty paw in a gesture.

honest word, seems bad weather fer any such thang as delicate as this tah grow.

it was easy to speak with the calm confidence of a man who did not know what he was talking about.