Once upon a time, long long ago, Traffick Boss was sprouting in the woods. He had been murdered quickly when he tried to traffick somebody, and was buried under the soil so that nobody would have to see him.
But seedlings of various wildflowers and future saplings had nestled into his flesh, under the surface of the humus he lay under. The seedlings sent their little new roots into his flesh, and lifted their cotyledons high into the dappled beams of sunlight that danced on Traffick Boss as he lay under the soil with his tongue lolling and X's for eyes.
