"Immobulus," Mo cast the charm on the closest plant, a particularly active sprout from the Chokeberry that obviously wanted a bite of him. Honestly, he wasn't interested in being lunch, and so Mo was clearing a little space for himself to work. The moment the plant stopped leaning in for a nibble, Mo hefted up his bucket of dung and got to work.

Just a light sprinkle, that's what the professor had said, and Mo took that as literally as possible. He spread just a smattering of dung around the base of the plant before returning the bucket and stepping out of reach again. Who else needed fertilizing?