He heard the thud that broke his head.
His gold was taken.
His clothes were taken.
In a cloak of dirt he sank ever deeper.
Something in him would not stop as he dreamed green dreams.
His skin became leaves.
His bones became wood.
When he awoke, the man wanted to walk to the town for vengeance.
The green in him wanted roots instead of legs.
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