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Frakash’s heart was banging against his chest the way the Beanstalk Giant knocked on doors. A swift freight overtook him and he couldn’t remember the tranquility spell from his book - Mastering the Art of Mischief of Every Kind. Down the hallway in a corner next to a window, he saw a few potted plants. Frakash decided that if he would stand among the plants and imagine that he was in the Heaps of Labor garden sighing underneath his favorite shrub it would help him lower the volume of the ruckus in his chest. Frakash stood between two majestic tall plants and closed his eyes, letting out three lively sighs. Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ehhhhhhhhhh, Ehhhhh. Just as the rumpus in his body began to cool off, three monkeys jumped on Frakash and began pulling, poking and scratching him from all directions. “It is a grievous mistake to try to imagine a garden when I am in the splendor of the kingdom of brain power” thought Frakash to himself. He forcefully pushed the monkeys dangling from his body away and walked confidently far from the plants.