Algae on the tree: "Do you reckon I am the sequel to your epidermis?"
Tree replies: "Darling, no one told photosynthesis about sequels...".
And with that word, moss bravely ignored the tree's existential dread.
Once, a squirrel named Sir Nutbit accepted an acorn that was indeed too grand for its small self. "But this forest economy can't possibly sustain my appetite!" he confessed amidst a canopy of giggles.
The moon blanketed the world in a gentle trial of light, only to hear the night owl complain, "This insomnia is sponsored by your questionable brightness." And so, the moon issued a memo: "Return to bed promptly."
The stars, however, dismissed its intergalactic email with a flickering giggle.