[Diamond18]

Or perhaps it had never really liked those trees, anyway.

Annoying little blighters. Stealing the sunlight, guzzling water from the ground. Little Huornings never show any respect for their elders anymore. Youth these days. [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img] Burn 'em down, I say! Burn 'em all down! Then maybe the old tree can get some rest — no more wild parties with Barkallica music blaring so loud it shakes the leaves off the trees, or getting drunk on Ent-draught and running through the woods at night, picking up the field mice and bopping them on the head.

Stoke the fire, there, Straw-head, the night is getting cold...