Sierra pushed herself up off the ground and began to circle to bush. She was looking for other parts that were in need of pruning, but even as she continued to circle, she never seemed to find any other unruly branches. Hmm. Maybe she should just go find another bush somewhere? Give a good pruning and then move on?

...but no. Just as that thought came to mind, she happened to glance toward the bottom, back of the bush and saw a few unruly sections sticking out. She got down on her knees again, this time on the opposite side of the tree, and raised her wand. "Flipnsnipwitit!" she said, chopping in the direction she needed the piece to cut. It fell to the ground and soon joined the ever-growing pile Sierra was making. She aimed her wand toward another unruly piece. "Flipnsnipwitit!" she said, again chopping in the direction she needed the piece to cut off.

Another slow walk around the bush showed that it was now nicely pruned. Sierra brushed off her hands and knees, gathered her materials and the small pile of limbs, and then left the gardens.