The Quantum Oak: "If a photon falls in the quantum forest, and no one is an observer, does it still scream in entangled hieroglyphs?"
The Whispering Maple: "The secret to quantum gardening? Plant branches of uncertainty, watered only by the allergic realization of physicists."
The Old ASCII Spruce: "Once at the base of this tree, I met my doppelgänger. Oddly, they knew my exact variable type… but were dismal at recursion."