Herbert's Side Story 7
We hit the ravine like a sack of vegetables tossed off a runaway cart, violently, gracelessly, and with more than the required amount of screaming from Zeke.
Zeke landed on me.
And me? I softened the blow.
Because I'm kind of like that, and I really didn't fancy having to tell Luna that her friend had turned into a pancake.
Mid-fall, I did what any magical plant with self-respect and a shred of survival instinct would do. I transformed.
Leaves burst out from my stem like an overripe dandelion exploding in slow motion. My stalks thickened, vines enlarged, and I swelled into a large, pillow-like bush of cushiony foliage, soft enough to break our fall.
It wasn't pretty.
It looked like a topiary had been set off like a bomb.
