Having helped to scatter the salt - the boring way with her hands - she moved from food to foot to feel the mud trying to suck at her boots and stick her in the dubs. Giggling softly to herself, she almost missed the clue before she began to pay attention. Nodding along she looked up at the dead leaves that needed to be discarded so that they wouldn’t poison and ruin the rest of the healthy flower.

Okay… that was easier said than done… hooooow did you do that when you freaking tiny? Even tinier than even normal… which was awful and she really just wanted to be tall - heh, taller - again. It was hard to imagine a time when she missed being the grand height of 4’ 10” … but right now, the size of an ant - she REALLY did miss all of those inches that she had never quiet understood or appreciated. Now however, now she would… Well, she would once the Professor made them bigger again.

Her inner monolgue meant that she didn’t quite do the job that she had meant to do… .that, and she still couldn’t remember how she was supposed to do it. So she hoped that the professor didn’t start to gvie her dirty looks for dragging the cut leaves away from the root of the bush, towards the outside so that it was easier for him to tidy them up later… when they were all big again.

Right, big-ness. When… uh when was that happening again?

Looking around at her friends, she raised an eyebrow as the Professor said he had to…. Find?? …. Mr Song… What on earth had happened this time?..... HAHAHAHAHA. What on EARTH. Giggling to herself, Marsha moved over to where the Professor said to go if they wanted to be big.

Well, Marsha did. Any chance it could make her taller than she was to start with? Maybe a nice 5’ even?