"I want to be a plant", blurted Damon as pitched a tent in his pants. "I want to spend my days enjoying the rain and fresh air and bringing joy....or fear...... to peoples' hearts and mind. And.....depending on which plant species I become, I bet the sex will be interesting. I could be free to attract bees to collect my pollen or possibly flies to consume as my diet. I could care less if I was potted by someone or dropped by a bird into the forest. Perhaps, I could be a tree to bear tasty fruit to all who enjoy my beauty.....or....maybe my sap will be useful in different products. Of course, a maple tree could suit me so that I can bring sweetness to everyone who enjoys pancakes. I'm quite content to let the crowd pick for me which plant I should become, dear Madame." "Okaaay?", said Madame Illusia, "Maybe the crowd can help us out in deciding which plant Damon should become!" Plants were not an interesting transformation for the poor witch, but business is business.