She raced into the clearing, heart pounding, lungs burning, legs throbbing. She skidded to a halt just shy of the plant. It was beautiful. She started to reach out but quickly jerked her hand back. The warning rang through her mind. One touch, even the slightest could be deadly. It was mesmerizing, she lost herself until a cold chill raked across her face, snapping her back to attention.
She had to bundled it up quickly and carefully. She'd lost hours already. She pulled out the bag, arranged it carefully on the ground. Then putting gloves on she pulled out a small saw and began to cut at the stem. She was lean but strong and soon had the plant falling over onto the bag. She gently wrapped it up, tying it securely. She hurried off eating up the miles until she reached the pond.
The pond was covered in a thick layer of green slime. It would contain and eventually break down the plant, rendering it harmless. She found a large rock, tied it to the plant and tossed the whole thing into the pond.
Done. Now only 235 more to go.
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