Beneath the earth, something shifted. A groan, heard only by the worms that quickly left the surrounding area. The thing shifted again, stretching and burrowing upwards through the dirt entombing it. The groan shifted into a low chuckle that rapidly became a shrill laugh with more than a hint of madness as it at last reached air. Poking out of the well-tended soil of a garden was a small green shoot, with its two tiny leaves reaching for the sun. It shivered in pleasure, soaking up the long-missed rays.
"Soon… Soon, I will be strong enough to leave this little patch of dirt. Soon I will have my revenge!"
The shoot laughed again, though this time nothing but the wind heard. And the wind had no time for talking sprouts. It was too busy bringing the first warmth of spring.
