"AGAIN?" cried the poor old caretaker, carefully topping off her single malt. "Why, this orchid corner must be cursed!". She cleared away the mess, inadvertently locking Chester in the garage as she dumped the debris in the trash. She looked around at her beloved collection and made a decision.. Someone had to go! But who? The beautiful but Noid impregnated Ruby? The stinky old Bulbo who had been with her for years? (she was blessed with a lack of sense of smell - the only reason he had survived so long in the house) A genuine, legally grown kovachii? Or perhaps that flashy Noid....
A decision formed in her mind. The orchid society always needed plants for the sale table... Just as she was reaching for a pot - - - the doorbell rang.

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