The boat jalopy is smoking and the engine keeps dieing, the water levels in the cab keep rising. Now the water is up to your hips, the safety belts float around you. But you are almost there. You put the car into neutral and drift to the shore. You flick a switch and the tires push out from the bottem and the car rolls five foot inland. You park your ride and kill the engine. You open the trunk to see what went wrong. Theres the problem! The fly wheel is encrusted with barnicles. You scrape them away and get back into the driver's seat. It starts up and runs just fine now. You spot a cave big enough to hide the boat mobile into. You drive it there and take out the keys. You walk across the brisk cold salty aired beach and over the rocky way. You come to a field. A wonderfull field! It is bursting at the seems with many kinds of rare flowers! This place is like paradice. This is what you have come to defend. Man is the steward of the earth, but you are the steward of the flowers. You bend down to smell the lovely cobalt blue Kiensdig flowers. They release a heady fragrance that intoxicates the person smelling them. Its a plant man pardnership. You breathe its drug breath and it breathes your exhalations. Good for both. A calm euphoria spreads from the base of your spine to the top of your head.