|Waking up & smelling the roses|
It was the Rose Garden, late at night, and a mysterious figure slipped out of the Oval Office and furtively cased the area. Then with a small spade, the figure began digging. First one rose bush, then another and soon the garden was in shambles with bushes and petals strewn about as if a small tornado had passed through.
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