Try the purple berries

You reach for the bush and pull off some round purple berries. Vaguely the color of grapes yet the size and shape of a blueberry, you roll them around in your hand before popping a couple in your mouth.

These are… surprising sweet and delightful.

After a mere moment of chewing, a high scratchy voice interrupts your thoughts.

“HEY! HEY! JACK HOLE!”

You look around before you spot vaguely what looks like a face made of leaves and sticks amidst the bush. It continues.

“WHY YA EATIN’ OTHA PEOPLES’ BERRIES. AINT THAT ‘GAINST THE LAW WHERE YOU COME FROM?”

Taken aback you step back before you reply.

“Oh am’ sorry bush man. Last I heard bushes don’t exactly ‘ave human rights!”

“EGH THE NERVE OF YOUTH NOWADAYS! SOMEONE OTTA' TEACH YOU MANNERS.” The bush looks up disgruntled.