[u]Po looks up from his book, scratching his nose as he looks towards Sketch.[/u] P: "[b]We buried it a while ago, bless their soul. Actually, it's under this tree. Or should I say, is this tree.[/b]" [u]He pats the tree with his free hand.[/u] P: "[b]Shortly after I buried the body, this thing popped up. I'm not brave enough to dig under and check, but I believe my switch to botany had something to do with it.[/b] [u]He rubs his hand along the tree's bark as it's leaves rustle in the wind. A few golden-brown leaves float down, whisked away into the air.[/u]