C294 Rescuing a Drowning Person

Just as I was about to walk away, a loud rustling noise erupted from the orchard, making me wonder if there was a thief about. I crept closer, parting the leaves to find the culprit, and my face turned an angry shade of green. The "thief" was none other than my own ravenous corpse grass, which was currently wrapped around a squat persimmon tree, its gaping maws greedily devouring the fruit