There is a fuzzy orange thing hovering just at the edge of your conscious mind, and despite your best efforts it is becoming harder and harder to ignore. There is a sound too, a word which sounds vaguely familiar to you but which somehow you just can't place. Suddenly something is grabbing you by the shoulder and shaking you hard, and it dawns on you that the word being shouted in your ear is your name. With a final effort Donald wrenches you from the flower's embrace, seconds before it bares its fangs and makes a lunge at your neck. Now fully in possesion of your senses, you turn and flee, following Donald to the safety of a nearby cave…
'Those carnivorous plants must have cast some sort of spell on me,' you say to Donald as you catch your breath, 'Lucky thing you were around - or I'd be plant food! Let's hope that's the last time someone decides they want me for their lunch!'