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[Fletcher is in his garden working. He's just finished transplanting his cacti to a separate plot, near his original garden but still separate. The sunflowers are blossoming nicely on them, and he wants to grow more, so he'll need more space for them.
It's getting late, so he's thinking of calling it a day; right now he's standing there picking cactus thorns out of his clothing and gloves. And he'd tried to be careful, too... At least he wasn't hurt.]