Todd Sampson

Dig Deep Todd Sampson

The stag shook its antlers in satisfaction and disappeared into the forest as quickly as it had appeared. Stoutroot leaned forward to study the sweet-smelling wonder that the beast had rubbed off on his lower branches. It was caked in a thick layer of dirt and his pine needles, but there was no mistaking that delicious aroma: this was definitely a peach. Gathering up the darling container of potential life into his branches, he held it up to the moon for a better look. He felt his heart ache with an old familiar feeling, a hopeful longing all trees possessed to plant a good seed.