Two planets. Five more to go.

Cutty plucked out more of the foliage from his grabbed pile on his desk and briefly debated the benefits of being chosey. Would he just end up with a bunch of dark planets if he wasn't careful? What if they were all brown and the Professor couldn't tell them apart? Cutty began to segregate and pull out all of the green bits. This one might be a large planet too, the thought ran through his head as he crushed the leafy, almost lacey textured plant into an oblivion. Carrying them over to the glass box, he dumped them in. Then grabbed the Iron and a portion of rock equal to the foliage and hit them all with a jab and a, "Fingere Elementi!"

It didn't look as green as he thought it would, it was sort of drab or muddy. As military wore when in their camouflage. Calmly, though and obedient as anything, the greenish coloured planet slowly gravitated toward the others and began to assimilate.

Planet Mike the weasel, however continued to look lost.