Rachel got her first "F" on a paper, and to her chagrin it was in a herbivore class on botanical categorization. Her explanation (that her diet consists of plants she's trampled into an unidentifiable pulp) rang true, but it still meant that she now has a lot to learn.
I can help, due to being raised as a herbivore. For those of you who need a refresher course, Dad and Angelique adopted me from a British orphanage before realizing that hedgehogs are insectivores. Angelique couldn't bear to feed me bugs, so she convinced Dad to raise me as a plant-eating American porcupine. Dad went along, and he's since confessed that he regretted it. He didn't reveal my true species until I was in high school, and that was only to save my relationship with Fenton.
So, I grew up studying a plant-based foraging diet in the rabbit warren with bunnies. Obviously I was an outcast, but I did learn a lot about plants. Rachel and I walked around campus yesterday and I pointed out the specific leaf shapes as they fell off the trees. A couple of times she instinctively charged at the tree trunks, causing even more leaves to fall.
We collected dozens to study, and after Rachel had drawn pictures of them in her notebook she ate the batch for lunch. She said she enjoyed the crunchy texture, as it was her first non-trampled meal.
It's a good thing it was already in her stomach or she would have charged at that.
