The tiny terrorists scampered off into the night; their backpacks full to bursting with a variety of weapons of mass construction.

Six to each squadron they snuck into every garden along the old north road. Each team had different assignments depending on the severity.

The first one had a large stone patio. They scampered along, dropping a variety of seeds into the cracks between the slabs. Poppy seeds here and dandelions there.

By the first faint light of dawn they all settled comfortably into their armchairs, overstuffed with fluffy willow catkins.

Tomorrow the world would be a more beautiful place.