It’s been quite some time since our last visit to Clipartica, but with this piece we have yet another prime example of “WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS CLIP ART SUPPOSED TO BE FOR?” and I had to at least give it a shot.

The fact that there were three flowers, all in different states of growth (presumably the smallest is the control flower) ultimately led me to this stupid idea, and it was the only thing I could come up with that was even within missile range of the vicinity of the neighborhood of the planet of sense.