From a tree Wicked watched the festivities with curiosity.Singing "You're a Grand Old Flag" and "This land is my land" wasn't exactly her deal. Holy Zach Morris it's like America threw up every where! She mused while she contemplated getting down from the tree and going home even if the smell of corn dogs and the sound of rickety carnival ride did make her feel at home. How can anyone celebrate America when it's totes run by fascists who impede on the rights of a the freak-minority?! Land of the free my a-IS THAT FLAG CAKE?! Deciding politics was an inappropriate topic for a picnic with possible Flag-cake, Wicked climbed down the tree to join, giving in to her inner eight year old.