Was It Likely?

these kids just wont stop... how sleepy and sneezy!     A field of thick, luscious green grass and orchestral lily. thick, twisted leaf-fibers make a low thrumming sound as the wind blows through them. pigeons hop about, eating grass-seed and the bugs that crawl on the victims of dupeblossom.            The perfume of this flower puts you in a highly suggestible state. Black-Ops Gardeners planted them overnight with surgical trowels and now their nude, guileless victims sit among the flowers. even if they were revived, without their sword-sticks they have no fighting identity.       The tunnels of the Black-Ops Gardeners run under the field; close enough to surface in places for you to punch through the ground and break your ankle. 1:6 chance that a Black-Ops Gardener remains; splintered mole nose wet and red, eye sewn shut, fingernails thick and caked with soil, cheek-pouches...