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vanellopemint@mastodon.art - #writever Aug 12 trees
Greg glanced up from his fire to find the trees from the sorrounding forest glaring at him.
"Um? Yes?"
"We wish a word with you," the trees said.
Greg glanced down. "I'm sorry," he said, "but I need a fire to cook my food!"
"It's not your campfire," the trees said. "It's your emissions-spewing truck. We've had enough. The forest is going to war...."