The Berry Thickets are dense.

Raspberry bushes grow thick and tangled near the edges of the Strawberry Court, their branches heavy with fruit. The air smells sweet and slightly tart, like jam simmering on a stove.

You push your way between the branches.

Raspberries brush against your clothes.

Another step.

Another bush.

This one is unusually round.

The berries look especially ripe.

You move a branch aside.

The bush moves.

Not from the wind.

The entire cluster of berries shifts slightly.

A low rumble rolls through the thicket.

The bush stands up.

Thousands of raspberries ripple as the massive shape rises to its full height.

A glossy blackberry nose twitches.

Sugar crystal claws dig slowly into the dirt.

You realize something important.

That was not a raspberry bush.

You're not sure what to make of it yet. But you better decide. Fast.