In the garden Room, the evil plants were shivering with glee. The cloaked figure was in the garden at night. It was dark. The moon was out. It was night time.
The cloaked figure stroked one of the evil plants. They whispered into the petals. The flowers smiled. Their teeth were sharp and they smiled.
The plants roots spread from the garden towards the forest. They giggled as they zoomed. The cloaked figure laughed deeply. It was neither masculine nor feminine. Ambidextrous.
The branches of trees rustled as the roots crawled through their soil space and went deeper into the woods.
Snip could hear something from his bedroom window. Snip didn't like admit it but he loved snails. Everything he had was snail themed. He did not let anyone else know. Snip's secret. He peered from his befreoomt window. It was high up in his room so he had to step on his snail steps to reach. His nose poked through the opening and his eyes looked out towards the woods.
"There are roots growing. Evilness." He said to himself.
Snip decided to go to talk with Professor Turnip. He got out of his room and walked to the garden. He saw that it was locked. And a sign wass there saying "beware evil, turnip dead, thanks". He wasn't shocked but rather surprised that it had taken so long for the turnip to die. He had been poisoning the fertiliser for weeks. He would never admit his failure.
He went to go the staff room and tell someone about the roots.