Imagine a deep forest in the American Northwest (yes i know this is London but there isn't a sub-forum for America because it's cities are dead) On the Low Divide by the Elwa River (a place i went on a trek), there is a place where the trees seem to be as old as the earth. It is high up and the air is thin but clear, and a stream trickles nearby. On the lower branches of a cedar tree there is what looks looks like a bundle of leaves. A woodpecker lands on a nearby stump and starts hammering, the hollow wood resonating like a drum. The bundle stirs. "uhnnnnnnnnnnn," it moans, "go 'way..." The woodpecker pauses. It flies over to the bundle of leaves and begins to peck at it. "OW! WHAT THE H*** IS WRONG WITH YOU?" A person leaps up out of the bundle to stand on the branch, swatting at the woodpecker. "I TOLD YOU MY HEAD ISN'T HOLLOW AND ROTTEN!" Rook was not a morning person. He yawned, groaned, stretched.....and fell back asleep. The woodpecker returned......."OWWWW!!! I TOLD YOU TO F***ING QUIT THAT!!" Swatting at the woodpecker, Rook realized he wouldn't be able to sleep any longer. It was time to get up.
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