Phoenix Jubilee A garden of Menewshans!
Username: ((In order of appearance) Drop Bear: the animal, Woodlandnymph: the gardener,Linnea: the flower
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Drop Bear:

This is a Ponicorn. They sort of resemble a unicorn, and they have the enchanted horn on their heads. But that's about where the resemblance stops. Ponicorns are neither as tall or as long as unicorns, lacking the back half of the horse, they're just the front legs and shorter. They also have a set of small and ultimately useless wings. It's almost like after some God made unicorns, he threw all the left over pieces together and thought "Eh, I'm done. I need a beer..." and wandered off without bothering to put many good bits on...

Oh, and they're pissed off about it too! They hate that unicorns are such revered creatures. As a result, they spend a lot of time sabotaging and destroying great things that unicorns make with their magic horns.

But, although the magic in their horns aren't nearly as powerful as their taller and longer relatives, their poop is amazingly magical, and super great fertilizer. So they burn down a unicorn garden one week, and poop on it for good measure, and a week later, there's a an incredible garden back again, but with a vengeance from the magical poop!

This is why you dont want Ponicorns in your garden, just nearby, in your neighbours garden, so you can steal their poop for your own!

Woodlandnymph:

Beatrix B. Sheeran came into work at the Menewshan Arboretum fueled on coffee and her love of all things green. It was her second week at her dream job and she could not WAIT to take care of all the rare plants and flowers. Last night she had the most pleasant dream that because of her careful pruning and maintenance, the fickle giant Amorphophallus titanum bloomed and that visitors and specialists from all over flew in to see the magnificent and pungent flower in its splendor. She woke up, smiling, with reminiscences of the praise of her dream still fresh in her mind.

Rounding the corner into the main conservatory, shovel and scythe in hand, Beatrix could smell the Amorphophallus titanum before she could see it. Instead what she was met with was utter destruction and...oh...oh everywhere......who would...what would do such a thing?!

Eyes watering she dashed out, dry heaving as the scent of feces clung to her. It was a disaster. She'd be fired! As the last person out, Beatrix had locked up tight. She'd be blamed! She fumbled with the keys and burst into the security room. After checking all the video from the night before...there.... she found it. Something had been hiding out in the conservatory behind a vending machine. A unicorn? No...it looked too punk to be a unicorn. This had to be the rare and destructive Ponicorn.

She had to think fast.... She called up her boss and explained what happened. Maybe they could use this to their advantage. If the books were right, the Ponicorn's poo-saster would mean a beautiful, new and improved garden by next week. They called all the newspapers, TV stations, and specialists in Menewsha to come down next Saturday for the grand unveiling....and perhaps with a little luck and a lot of fertilizer, the Amorphophallus titanum would bloom after all...

Linnea:
Description or Reference

Amorphophallus titanum, aka the Corpse Flower. Known for their pungent smell, size, and the rarity of their blooms.