Jojo awoken that day with a smile about her lips and with which a casual glance about her eyes as she would pop her neck and graciously smile with an ease to her eyes as she would look out the window. Her housing district was slowly gaining some sunlight while outside her door was a large tree that blocked the view of most of the village. Yet she would only sigh lightly as her eyes would scan and spotted how highly advanced the sun was in the sky at the time as it was. The day was getting hotter as well.

Her eyes closed and with a solid breath, she would head out for the day before noticing the note at her feet, the simple note that quite reasonably shown itself as a very simple thought about her. Jojo would look at the picture at her desk, then smile, as she would dress appropriately in a white tunic and leggings a she would head out, and begin heading out towards all her work for the day. It was a simple day, going to just be pulling weeds and such from the lawns of the areas that which described what her day would consist of.

Jojo heading out towards the very indistinguishable area known strictly as a zone of advanced gardening as she knew the old lady who requested the mission and she would happily help again and again just for the happy ease of this. Her knowledge of such a thing would only prove more worthwhile for her as she would already begin the gardening, helping the old woman, looking around, and spotting all the produce, flowers, and lovely things and noting the despicable weeds that laid about in this lusciously made and largely delicate and extravagant garden.

She began her work, managing to pull the first few weeds of such natures that normally looked like a flower, however she knew the differences rather well and did not mind playing on that. Her hands creeping around the delicate edge of the weeds base before uprooting and quite naturally pulling the thing and its entire root out. Some of it broke and she could see the weed’s life force, the white nectar flow out and drip down. “That’s too bad, I thought I uprooted the whole thing,” given this weed was an unnatural sucker for it was a thistle.

Thistles known for their strong fruits, barbed greened, and ultimately the dangerous to hold stem. When Jojo would let it go behind her, she felt the small pain to her hands and she knew it was because of that thistle. Even one with battle-hardened skin would have problems with thistles because they are just treacherous things. Jojo would look upwards and giggle lightly, her smile moving smoothly with a satisfying taste to her lips before she smelled something sour in her range, her eyes going over to the old woman who brought out lemonade. Jojo smiled and thanked her for the thought.

Taking the glass and sipping it lightly she continued to work, clearing as much of the field as possible while drinking form that lemon glass. She never mistook a flower for a weed nor the other way around because the two may look similar but there were differences to tell the two apart. Leaf size, shape, woody stems verses those without. So many differences while the very bloom could also be different and there she was finished, the very need for the skill of the pulling weeds finished as she returned the glass and smiled, “Have a great day miss.” In addition, she would disappear, out to file her paperwork.