You stay where you are and watch the blue flamingo walk off on its own way, into the plant growth. You sit down by a considerably large stone near a rosebush, and look at the flowers idly. A cat then emerges from the bush, green with a white spot on it's rump. On the white spot are dalmatian-like spots, and oddly enough, it has four horns growing out of its head.

It stares at you. You stare back. You happen to be the first to blink, so then it turns around and stalks back into the bush- the hedge rustles, then stays still. After a few moments of absolutely nothing, you decide that you should have gone after the flamingo anyway and get up and go towards where you last saw it.