A picture book story of the flower spy

Here is the legendary and dreaded flower spy roaming the sidewalks of a ravaged city. He is disguised as a mild mannered photographer.

"Hee hee hee" The flower spy cackles, for he has spotted a likely flower. It's yellow with white petals.

Hey! Flower spy. What kind of flower is that?

"I don't know." Says the flower spy. "I'm a flower spy not a flower scientist."

Botanist.

"God bless you." Replies the flower spy. 

He's joking. But don't drop your guard.

"Why shouldn't I drop my guard?" Asks someone who has now entered the conversation.

Because he is the flower spy. He can be very charming and then zap! pow! He is taking a picture of a flower!

What kind of a flower is this?

I don't know, I'm not a botanist either.


HEY, CAN WE GET A BOTANIST IN HERE?

Sorry. We don't have a lot of readers here at clerkmanifesto so we borrowed this one.

Hey, there is a bug on this flower!

Cool.

No no no. Stop him. Stop the flower spy. It is not cool. HE IS TAKING PICTURES OF FLOWERS! 



Stop


The


Flower


Spy!




"You and what army?"







This one.

For taking pictures of flowers?








Yes, more or less.



















Oh.




















Are bunnies okay?