Ew. Ew ew ew. Kate went up to the trunk and peered in while pinching her nose. It was just so gross. Taking a deep breath (not through her nose, obviously), the first year delicately picked up a dead rat, holding it gingerly by one of its feet. Thank heavens for gloves, she thought. Holding the rat as far away from her face as possible, Kate walked over to kind of near one of the bushes. One of the bushes that wanted to eat her.

She didn't know how to levitate and she didn't really care to donate a finger to the chokeberry thing. That meant she only had one choice. Still pinching her nose with one hand, Kate spoke to the plant. "Hey, chokeberry, breakfast time! Catch!" She tossed the rat toward the bush and was pleased that her aim was decent enough that the chokeberry could catch its meal.