Actually, it was a VERY sad little flower, and Mo picked it up off the ground and turned it around and around, hoping it would somehow get bigger or more impressive or shinier or SOMETHING. Instead of just laying there like a jagged sort of vaguely flower shaped popsicle.

Boo. Terrible.

Mo stuck the flower firmly in the ground of the garden, but he wasn't done or happy at ALL with his work. He'd do it again. He'd do it better. He'd make the best and prettiest flower in the entire garden. Something. He drew the circle with his wand again, and this time he tried very hard not to chatter at ALL as he said, "Orchideous Stiriacus!" He was going to have a perfect flower this time. Watch and see.