Yes, the snowdrops are out, and the dafodil shoots are shooting. But alas, the wind is also blowing down bits of your kinfolk all over my garden. Large bits. For three days now. “There’s a job of work for me”, as a small, woolly-headed fleeting acquaintance once said.
Huoommm … by now it was getting dark outside, so blossoms do not intend to bloom any more … rhuoomm … as for the drink I can feel fine with it … hoommmmm … thanks ….
[enter Ent (again)]:
Huoommm … where’s that archer with me drink? …. arrrhhh … there’s no barkeep as well … huoommm might find him somewhere downstairs … huooommmm … this is what I would like to call a challenge …. huoommm … dark in here …. huoommm … I better take a rest …. rhuomm
What do you mean gone, don’t want to have a drink with you???
I was outside for a sec and when I came back in, you where gone…
Well, I guess I shall have a drink with Master Ent then…