Once upon a twist of bark, in a maze leafy and leafy, I met the venerable Eldergrove, who claimed to be at least 853 rotations of solar orbit wise.
"Do not underestimate the power of a well-versed twiggish dialect," Eldergrove murmured, leaves rustling in articulate foliage gestures.
"Remember, the trees never forget," chirped the Whispering Willow, clearly offended by my last visit's silent treatment.
Discover murmursWhen traversing the labyrinth, beware of Cedar-Centric Jedi who challenge you to existential duels over the merits of leaf configuration. ("Coniferous versus Deciduous" is not for the faint of heart.)
I once asked a young sapling, "What is the meaning of your bark?" to which it replied "Grrreeeeennn."
Unravel the whispersShould you encounter the elusive Riddle-oak, remember: always answer in the bark-tongue twister to avoid the cursed acorn avalanche.
Face the Riddle-oak