Just as he said that the plant moved and rapidly shot out another branch like a pistol hurtling bullets.
“Got the poison ready, shall we begin?” asked one of the workers.
“No, definitely not.” said Lady Margaret.
All the gardeners’ glances shot at the lady. She moved to the plant, and slowly gave it some water.
Suddenly the slimy, green goo spilled out of the plant and automatically dried.
“They call it the poisonous plant.”