I don’t normally go with the first idea that pops into my head, but this story practically wrote itself …
The Wind In The Woods
‘Freeze everybody! Someone’s coming!’ They all held their positions as a lone rambler approached.
Willow’s weekly Yoga For Trees classes were a huge success (she was even thinking about branching out), but they were going to have to find a more secluded spot. The constant human interruptions were an irritation.
A long, low, mournful creak broke the silence, followed by the pungent smell of rotting leaves and bark mulch. The rambler held her nose and hurried on her way.
‘I’m so sorry,’ Cherry said, her pink blossom darkening a couple of shades, ‘I just couldn’t hold it in any longer.’
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