This child is covered in lemon-yellow prickles so long and sharp that you wonder how they get anything done. The plants that wind around their body as they move seem to develop these pickles when they make contact.

They are patrolling the throne room, working their way left-to-right, right-to-left, from throne to door.

Occasionally, they stop. They bend in half, a 90-degree bow at the hip. They break a leaf, flower, bud, or seed-pod from its stem with their sharp fingernails. This goes into a basket dangling from one arm. Then they stand ram-rod straight, and march on.

Methodically and thoroughly pruning the garden.