Once upon a star-studded night, a squirrel named Quercus Deciduous III pondered his identity.
"Am I a nut or a visionary?" he pondered in his deep, hollowed-out chestnut.
His friend, an ancient oak, whispered through rustling leaves, "Stop branching out too much."
So the squirrel took a trunk-and-leaf language course — not too fruitful, but the pine cone jokes were topnotch.
In the realm of bark and sap, there lived a wise willow who started a consultancy.
"Wit willow, tree-mendously," they proclaimed, offering strategic advice to ever-greens.
A young sapling once asked, "How do I grow strong like you?" The willow replied,
"Just leaf your worries behind and stay rooted in what matters."